I'm feeling kind of helpless now I'm in a box looking out at shifting grounds Interpreting new sounds
My eyes will show up and then I found out this shit's way too profound for me Stover, I've been searching for some other Right beside myself like you don't provide the help, the clarity for me to see
The lies and deceit that they try to pull over We stole my people, they're suffering
Yeah, my people stay suffering.
And in the streets there is mumbling.
I feel your narrative crumbling.
May college fire burn you down With this land free of rocks and crown I'm ready to make a new sound
Can't contribute to the lies in this fickle paradise
these days you gain truths and lose followers and trust me these blessings are working just how they should and as things try to disguise themselves like false truths let them go like fake news you must move through reflect the highest you don't allow yourself to be consumed by the fear these man adhere to
We were put here as equal.
This is our time.
No sequels to my people.
They suffering.
Yeah, my people stay suffering.
And in the streets there is mumbling, I feel your narrative crumbling.
May Kali's fire burn you down With this land free of rocks and crown I'm ready to make a new sound
Make all this fire burn you down.
With this land free of rotten crown, I'm ready to make a new sound.
I can contribute to the lies in this fickle paradise.
Bocca al fico parta Bocca al fico parta
But the stick of paradise can't contribute to the light.
It's such a fickle paradise.
Such a fickle paradise.
But this fickle paradise can't contribute to the light.
I, I, I
Can't contribute to the light.
can't contribute to the lies
If what is for the part that.
