We're living in the age of the microchip
To think real life is like those flicks
We used to watch where the doc was
Working for the villain to insert
Shit into your fingertips
The danger is those flicks desensitized
Us to the ideas it could exist
Well done spielberg and
Lucas a theory conspired
I don't know in the pudding the proof is
But who reads the labels of what they eat
So the readers digest just what they speak
But who's they bigger than the
Monotheistic belief
That the man is controlling
The axes of e vil
And still all the masses believe that
A masked thief makes all the madness
And grief we endure so we indulge
Ourselves in the idea that wealths
The cure and further more less
Ain't more no more
We assess success like herbivores
More green more esteem and clout
To liberate us from that twenty
Four hourly bout
Better known as the day to day
Struggle no escape from to make
One you got to hustle and that's
Where the mistake comes the tussle
Between fiendn' out for the
Dream or the puzzle
That perplexed minds since the
Beginning of time why are we here
Do we really have free will
Are we gods god like or beast still
Did the pharaohs even have it right
In two thousand years you'd think
That we would learn can't take
What you earn to the afterlife
Place it in a urn the body burns
Liberated from the ideology that
To have we like more than life itself
Man builds rockets to go to the moon
But can't lend hands to the needy in help
It's them type moves that forever
Ensure that war glooms
Like a tomb where the battle was
Held to tell the tale how men turned
Heaven to hell oh well oh
Well you know me well
A common story I came from
The bottom to the well
Not quite the top so exaggeration
I'm trying to sell
So since we're building my
Problems I'm from the basement
No not my sound my surroundings
Astounding if you found how we dwell
Streets are filled with
Complacent minimum wages
But faking as if they're making
The maximum and it's breaking their
Pockets 'cause uncle sam is just
Taxing them and their pockets frail
Yet the streets are unpaved still
The road is rough not for motors
But their motives exposed to black
Kettle and pot holes that
Just be closing up
So hold that thought imagine having
An accent that would ban you from
Askin' for a job you'd react and
Hold that torch and burn down
Opportunities door the politics of
Classism is infused with the poor
That's condusive for a movement
Or more that's a soon to be war
Not sure we're living in a paradise
More like a resort unaware of life
We alright we alright we alright
We alright we alright yeah
