Speak of the Devil, it's me
Speaking of Heaven it's she
Seeking to find a good peace of divine
But my inner keeps deadin' my peace
Deadin' my energy, death to the G
The government's running a separate scheme
Kill the resources for mental and physical problems
While potholes is wrecking our streets
Enforcing the message: Free will isn't free
Fortunately, restless, we sort of can see
The way that they make it, a game to be fed
'Cause the feds always want to give lessons to teens
To TV and news and big movie screens
But we start to wake up and see that it's greed
But what do I do when I sit on my phone
Disconnected and connected to to everything?
We created cycles of awareness
Where everyone could be pathetic
And post an image for a gesture
Then take it down for the aesthetic
All this class consciousness
Yeah we probably tick up and down on those Reddits
But we don't do shit, but forget it
We so fucked, the system's imbedded
Give the credit
Create convenience we need to see
Immediately that all of our things are seen and are ring
Right to our door, right before agreeing
That billionaires need to get taxed out the ass
But what do we do when the competition buys the competition
And we stuck in they trap?
One where we're stuck, and we not coming back
Do we continue the same fuckin' path?
Or do we continue to say that we mad?
While trying to be what the media's telling us
We need to be to be put on the map
All of us wantin' the fame and to brag
That "God put us here" is the main story tag
How do we all have the same and
Our thoughts will tell us that was something the world's never had
Is that the American Dream?
A.K.A, the American Scheme
The thought that we can all have financial freedom
Is really the reason we need
To work more hours for these corporations
And they work us to shit, and we don't quit
'Cause the other grass ain't always green 'less we water it
Let that sun shine right in
Everybody gonna watch now to pile in
All the bandwagon off we go and slide in
To the paradise I create in my head
No, the world outside just ain't right
We gotta stick together, just to weather insane fights for our rights
And would you believe, if we could agree
That every single one of us deserves to be free
And if we pull this off, we just might win
And if we don't, is this the end?
Pity the generation, wait son
These motherfuckers don't have patience
Say, attention costs your whole life
I guess ain't nothing freer than the Masons
Funny how we spend hours
Watching ten seconds videos with perfect placement
Each one curated by the Matrix
To keep us entertained and complacent
Get our blood boiled by brutality
A month or two, we just have to see
A bunch of news about new shit
As if old shit ain't been happenin'
But it don't affect us right here, right now
So why the fuck are we battling
Internal demons 'bout school crushes
And how we gonna save Palestinians?
Equalizes the pressure, it equalizes the lesser
Freedom to pursue happiness
But happiness is now that pleasure
That we get, when we get those likes
And we get those lives to get to that measure
And then that life is now the real life
And now the real life no longer the center
Um, and do we care? Oh nah, nah, nah
Currency is just a ploy, ploy, ploy
Everything that we need it free
Figuratively, it's a lie, lie, lie
You can hang out on the plot, or you can hang out at the top
But you ain't ever gonna be where you want
There is no such spot
Goal post movement, every single time
Everything achieved, everything a lie
Everything that you want be is high
But, only thing you'll ever be is blind
What a hypocrite, I'm aware
But I just gotta stop and stare
At what my life will be if I ain't release what I'm fearin'
And would you believe, if we could agree
That every single one of us deserves to be free
And if we pull this off, we just might win
And if we don't, is this the end?
Can't stop my pockets bleedin'
Even when my heart stops beatin'
They'll feed off my legacy
Well, maybe that's just wishful thinkin'
Can't stop my pockets bleedin'
Even when my heart stops beatin'
They'll feed off my legacy
Well, maybe that's just wishful thinkin'
"We have deluded ourselves into believing the myth
That capitalism grew and prospered
Out of the Protestant ethic of hard work and sacrifice
The fact is that capitalism was built
On the exploitation and suffering of black slaves
And continues to thrive on the exploitation of the poor
Both black and white, both here and abroad"
— Martin Luther King Jr.