Insanity voyaged in cannon-strong armed ships
Accomplished the monstrous with gun cocked grips and targets
My brain cells greeted openly calm, the harmless
But were colonized and KO'd when the pox hit
Given trojan horse blankets, plagued with madness
Now my mind con-sists of pocked skins and alchoholics
If only that...
material cockpit hadn't come wit a compass
I'd think free...
no longer under pompous of another columbus
Now I'm collecting the sweat, treated like an armpit
Bong lit, exhaling smokes of morrow's fires, my lungs itch
(Chorus 2x):
I'm trying to adjust to conditions I'm stuck in
Individually told lies, insisting it's all fair
Painting a picture perfect lifestyle only imagination could
Cause my instant focus is witnessed far from there
How can I treat myself like a slavery victim
When fully-starved and empty stomachs crave my position
Take a minute to consider that they'd trade in a second
Rather than wait for the aids and starvation to get 'em
Would you mourn off the rhythm played by the system
Or dance to it...on a daily strut to pay your tuition
But what on earth can we do to pay for conditions
Shake hands with slaves and let future pave over difference?
Still we already drew lines of difference in futures given
We left em poverty and instances of critical livin'
We could buy tickets to the next stop where slavery gets off
But gamble chips needed with material lust for the sweatshop
The conundrum-like cycle i'm living spins with my hands force
A mercury touching my brain blew my perspective off course
Cut in two by butterknives while driving through forks in the road
Halves in my mind chose the left and right paths...
...Look straight and see a trail the biased never chose
Read between the lines...
...and see an emptyness to represent our universal soul.
(Chorus 2x)