I know you’re fed up with hearing styles old and decrepit / we’re doing what’s next in your hemoglobin / with more oxygen brewing than eucalyptus / we figured it’s our turn to carry the torch with voice maturity / too many lessons missing in these books of history / making the mass worry instead of be warriors / I don’t about yours, but my story’s real and simple / sending smoke signals with Moses T. and V.I.T.A.L. / get this math right, every paragraph I write on / raising like the sun, always giving thanks and praises / amazing to chosen, bamboozling competition / read the writing on the wall and said it’s time for manifesting /

C: People still fighting and everybody crying, we’re trying to get together so we all can start uniting / no need to tell the politicians writing on the wall / no need to tell ‘em that the writings on the wall /

My terrorist tactics are greatly climactic, displayed to the world within verbal semantics / that frantically panic the whole / upsetting the set up of old traditional roles / and I propose we make a new law / capitalistic society mauled / the fallacies that we’ve been running with fall / and no longer we’re having our back to the wall / ‘cause all they’ve bee wanting to do is manipulate us into thinking whatever they stipulate / once they eliminate trust and incriminate us for speaking our minds, they’re gon instigate wars / and calling the puppets for doing their bidding is only inevitable / securing a foreign horizon to take up a claim on a resource that ain’t even plentiful / and they’re calling us radical / ‘cause we don’t believe in a fiscal annual / fact of the matter is that if we don’t ever wizen, then we will surprise ‘em, reverting ourselves into animals / to take it all back from the shattered tatter / so let humanity gather, where we’re overjoyed within the moment that we finally matter /

Chorus

Can’t you read what the plastic people say / with billboards in their hands and semi-circles on their faces / the key to life is just to buy your fears away / 9 to 5 enslavement for 50 dollars a day / so I pray to the faith, that we’ll believe in ourselves / experience as the teacher, can’t learn nothing from a preacher who encourages the paranoia that has struck us all / don’t look anyone in the eyes and lock your doors come night fall / till we all been confined to our air conditioned tombs / cubicle to cubicle we’re biting our nails down to the cuticle / ‘cause now our mindsets are contorted / distorted, forced to buy into the lies they have purported / like suddenly who you are is determined by your possessions / everything you own will eventually own you / if you fall into that single file undead procession / we’re lifeless at 30, but dead at 75 / chasing the unattainable with a glazed look in our eyes /