Spoken: (We the people of the United States of America in order to form a more perfect union. Guess perfections in the eye of the beholder)
Dont you think our times worth something more than just mindless consumption.
When we die it's all worth nothing, rid our lives of pain and suffering
Listen to the sounds of all the music that surrounds you.
Crazy frowns will drown you fat and lazy all around you,
Loosen up the noose and shake the chains that stayed and bound you.
Fill yourself wit pleasure, shake the pain off that has found you.
This planet is a miracle, the natives rightly spiritual
Emotion make you tear up, don't fear what is healable.
Feel with the lyrical, I'll take you by the hand
To cities, electricity, we plugged in like an amp.
Stuck inside our cell phones watch it shock us where we stand.
We find we're all alone, isolated to a zone.
If you sittin' in your home, then you're missin' bigger plans.
Freedom swapped for safety, but it seems like its a scam.
No one really gives a damn and now our hope is oon the ropes.
Greed is on a conquest to take it from the land
Started up with happiness should finish with this concept.
Cuz life is not a contest, god rid us of this nonsense.
Chorus
What we have in place is not at all what it would seem,
Red and blue continue battle, halls of Congress plot and scheme.
Do we keep on clutching arrows or the olive branch of peace?
Heighten narrow-minded visions, blind is all your eyes can see.
Elected by constituents, but they ain't reppin' me.
They're selected by their influence, cuz they got currency.
Threatened reelections lobby cash to puppets on a string,
Decisions made by money fucking up our history.
And this is the democracy that they had not conceived.
The minds behind the declaration never would believe.
We could really make a mockery of all that they achieved
Morph into a federation they had fought to leave.
So if we keep our mouths quiet, we will not be free.
I think it's finally time the crowds riot, try to plant a seed.
Nurtured leaves come from the ground, pilots fly and sprout a tree.
Hunger soakin' up the sun so harmony will keep our vows righted.
Chorus
Look, but can you stand this? These wars we wage are madness.
Attempt to lead the world but bullied countries think we're savage.
A hateful nation chasin' down these places that we can't erase.
And faces that show traces of distaste are gettin' banished.
I plead for you to reconsider what this really means.
Can righteousness deliver peace or are these silly dreams?
Impulse is not conscience and want is not a need.
So I offer up a question voiced in hopes of a decree.
Agree to change our deeds or flee what we concede?
Chorus
credits
from Mandatory Quarantine,
released April 21, 2012
Benjamin David Kerns, Emily George
Beat by Sinima Beats
Killer West Coast hip-hop entirely produced by Georgia Anne Muldrow, with features from E-40, Del the Funky Homosapien & more. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 4, 2024
