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Here's a little track that didn't make the album. (Lyrics below)
Spoken T...
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Here's a little track that didn't make the album. (Lyrics below)
Spoken Thought- Illusions
[Chorus]
From everything you see and everything you feel.
The illusion we perceive, the illusion we achieve, the illusion we believe
From the things you see and things you hear
We'll find out if the illusion's real
[Joe Turman]
How can a paper grant you rights?
You're practically born with 'em, some countries would forfeit 'em, but
In this nation that's developed, in this modern life,
All the people higher up confuse privileges with rights
They act like we're the civilized among a throng a cannibals
Made amendments sacred, but nothing is infallible
See the point I make, some live in antiquated ways
Doctrines written in the past may not be relevant today, but
History repeats itself, so we must acknowledge it,
Preserve the knowledge of the past, and we have to honor it,
But don't fall victim to, all political ontology,
They want you to believe their dogmatic ideologies
A hierarchy of sheep and the power that they seek,
If no one stands against them they inherit the meek
The illusion of the past, the illusion of the real,
The illusion they provide, the illusion of free will
[Chorus]
[R.C.]
i'mma 9-to-5 pimpee, pockets on empty
or simply, a broken money vendor
to the dirty placenta, camouflaged gender
check out the agenda of the sponger of the spender
her grammar is name brander, second nature's to impress
that's her propaganda then she gander at ya proper
now she call ya poppa, deliberate whether not, uh
if you bound to be her bastards father
only one plot in the systematic scheme,
you and the c.r.e.a.m sittin' in a tree
to get the B-L-I-N-G
mind-state til i see jail, i am free
but born without a dollar only empty hand
if you never had a father you got an uncle sam
'cause a teacher and a chalkboard
can't keep me from sleepin' on a cardboard box
still i got, starved Angolans diamond's reflective
see the image of the children when they shine on my bony hands
ice make me look handsome, it make them look handless
raise in the land of the tanless
revenue is heaven to the devil in disguise
prayin' like the devil's in the sky
for the money, to r.i.p white face on the green
r.i.p. black face on a niggas white tee, like these
[Chorus]
[Joe Turman]
Don't fall for it, their word is insignificant,
Directed towards the ignorant, the paranoid constituents
The illusion of the threat, they deceiving you,
Intriguing you, believing the infeasible, they frontin' with the steeple, too.
Congregating the people, the evil prey on the feeble,
taxing the rims on your Regal, puttin' diseases in needles.
They're foreclosing your house
to fund the bombings of countries that you can't even pronounce.
They feast on the young to do their bidding for them,
So they give 'em a gun and put a target on their head.
They promise 'em money, enlist the willing and hungry
Train 'em on the livin' of killin' in the name of the country
Run by hypocrites and chicken hawks alike
Knowledge gained from college ain't nothing without a life
They say you fightin' for freedom to uphold the constitution
If you're fighting for them, you're freedom is an illusion.
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