It ain’t safe to go outside anymore / and it ain’t safe having pride anymore / ‘cause everyone’s a soldier living to breathe and that’s like fighting a war / and speaking of war, if sanctioned by the rich, then why’s it fought by the poor / in hopes of fraudulent peace that must be a helluva sight for eyes when they’re sore / so war is waged on foreign soil and on the concrete here at home / and it seems to me that jails are safer than schools these days / though both are overpopulated and all the kids can’t probably tell the difference / and all the while our President sets up his religious lineage / so I ask myself is it worth my energy to fear the threats / when the Internet and reality shows alone promote identity theft / and the enemy gets inside of our heads / and we’re not content with a bite of our bread / and in spite that we all resist, the wrong exists on either side of the bed / so that’s why I’m upset / there ain’t no balancing these clichés / gas prices are sky high and there’s shootings on the freeways / but if Christ done rose in 3 days, his anti hides in the details / on TV and in e-mails / claiming to us that peace sells /
I can’t go outside / I can’t stay inside /
The uber alles face of a poison nation in resolve / reflects it’s citizens consumed by fear in attempts at martial law / I might as well turn my TV off, but it’s tied to me like a tourniquet / in a tournament where the hermetic purpose is to serve advertisements / and I serve them well / it’s taught me beauty, how to label, and how to package / it says we’re either niggers, devils, spics, gooks, or faggots / panoramically diseased / internal division, we’re ill at ease / and still judge anyone based solely on their inabilities / and it’s killing me / though more coincidental is the frame of twin towers on twenty dollars folded like a paper plane / or the pentacle on the pyramid on the back of a one, it’s all the same / but as long as we depend on prescriptions, we won’t notice anything / other than they want us noticing as blatant facts of matter / ‘cause loss of individualism makes a gang of happy campers / we’ve got the cure for boredom, but we’re not immune to disaster / ‘cause AIDS and cancer came to kill us faster / and they’re catching up /
Nostradamus and the Anti-Christ / mass pollution and meteorites / earthquakes and plagues as the book of Revelation’s prophesied / and 2012’s the year when and where the Mayan calendar just subsides / ups and dies as terror alerts have made our emotions colorized / in front of our eyes / they prey on the fear influenced millions / and we all know government’s corrupt, but some claim that they’re reptilian / possibly Annunaki from the twelfth of eleven planets / within our galaxy responsible for all of our pain and anguish / then some believe when Christ returns the chosen ones’ll vanish / so they’ll manage another market crash as nuclear power’s brandished / but nevertheless, the media’s gonna be the one to annex all the damage /just so the heads like me can watch the shit and panic / so why should I even try to live / in a system that’s designed to give / a little and take your years away every time we step out the doorway / thus I cannot contribute for the forfeiture of my soul / when I know that Uncle Sam’ll probably hire another Lee Malvo /
Rich Jones and Montana Macks join forces for a passionately rapped, impeccably produced reflection on the trials and turmoils of 2020. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 3, 2020