posted on Sep, 22 2006 @ 11:46 AM
BUMP... (and the lyrics to the second track I posted)
These days... praise... and wisdom is tainted
its more bout clichés and more ways to get payment
an' thats why I'm here... To help make a statement
music's our respondsibility, emcees need retrainin'
School isn't lessons its the market for delicatessens
we're so reliant with our routine our lifes a constant fu****' history lesson
Institutions to insure our children don't run rampant
give them something pure but critique it and stamp it
marks are our life so we grow with that strife
too bad the bonds with certain individuals weren't kept that tight
but thats life... right? .. you think its gonna change?
not the way we treat and keep our kids brains shortchanged
Individuals learn through experience and life
but lets keep they ass locked up till we think that its a'right
and when they grow... and misbehave... we can put em in jail
we so blind to their problems... we're skimming through em like we're blind... and they braille
another bump to make the book, but by itself just another crook who coulda been in a slump but will never get to relook
darkness seems... the absence of light
but when your institutionalized the darkness helps you fight
So schools do one thing... weed the prophets from the fillers
but its true... drop outs... all.. turn.. into.. killers cuz thats where the skill is Not Literal Killers (ignorance killers)
in the minds of those who won't conform, bring on the brainstorm
it rains for a reason thats why they mark you so you won't believe in yourself
always at yourself is no help
the government is the literal satan, mark my statement
I'm not just creating conterversy, go on murk me
like yah murked pac, but we won't stop, till yah'll drop
pennies from our pockets and you won't stop it, you keep expanding
taking from us without us handing, now thats understanding
how mans history is planning to undermine and lable crime crime
define starvation and taking some food, jail em, thats rude
or three strikes -true- we got no clue why they do what they do till we walk in they shoes
thats the meaning of stay true
your clueless, got it twisted and all those enlisted
can shoot a gun so they think they gifted
got an olive branch? lift it, u'll feel lifted
Killers be killed by they visions or by decisions
either a trigger finger or some bloody figure in they visions
a stitch in mind but they wish rewind a lotta the time
Salaries paid by tax payers, our own slayers and justifiers
layers of deciet the guilty sit in the seat of judgement
and they act like they ain't budging, thats disgustin'
Thats why I'm bustin' hatred for the lust in your eye (‘the’ eye)
I dispise the rise of evil people in office
I mean even the coppers, in the street'll have you beat
life ain't sweet or a bowl a cherries unless yah barely using yah brain
or like being trained an' if you say I'm insane
then I like being insane
Ayo, and I'm Out...