Lyrics

[Hook] Your tryna buy a lot will leave you short changed He with no pride can only afford shame Some bang doors to spread the lords name Broadsheets force their views and false claims Bombs being used as dice in war games Protest songs are sung for more gains Freedom comes with 12 or more chains Leaders will sell their souls for short reigns Truth run amok with my mind I maintain Some find solace in art and spray trains Some write bars in depth of great plains Peace to the people who rep to make change He without love can only afford pain Life don't lead itself it's your game To be without a strength of heart it's not sane He without sense repents and gets flames [Verse] The metro metropolis Caught up in a modern day acropolis Raised in the cradles of apocalypse Everything I see is thought provocative Tryna sober up a bit Feeling like I'm clinging to a rocket ship Then I crash landed with my pockets dipped Head full of politics Haunted in the mirrors of the opposites Life's like a horrorcade And every day is like another game All I gotta do is stay on top of it They tell you that it's raining When they're pissing in your pocket kid So why you living how they told us the apostles did They tie a ribbon to reality and floss with it Ever since the days when the prehistoric fossil lived And where'd you think we get the drugs that we hustle with They're telling us it's raining But they're pissing in your pocket kid They keep on doing all the things they tell us god forbids We used to hunt, but now we need a job to live And some have sold drugs and some of us will rob to live Trapped in acropolis metro metropolis I'm from the bottom man I've never seen the top of this Societies a baby in the cradle of apocalypse Lost in the colony, metro anomalies Real world monopolies, swarm like halophiles They're telling us it's raining When they're poisoning our forestry Chips in your passport, electric is on a key Money and your gas is on a card If you want a spree Take a li'l out the ATM and most'll want a fee Then you get some paper represented by the monarchy There's promise in the barer to the value of their policies And if you was a yout' do ya know who you would wanna be? I'm living on the bottom end of typical economy I'm pickled in a bottle tryna tickle all my properties But then I think about the truth I'm happy for the pot to pee And clean running water, and other things we got for free All the open opportunities I know I've got to see Hunger's still hunger man, everybody's got to feed No matter what your circumstance, even if you got to thief It's just the same that's here and everybody got to breathe Or me I gotta show 'em all the fight before I got to leave 'Cause I'll be living out the balance of the prophecies Challenging the man in the box for his hypocrisies [Hook] Tryna buy a lot will leave you short changed He with no pride can only afford shame Some bang doors to spread the lords name Broadsheets force their views and false claims Bombs being used as dice in war games Protest songs are sung for more gains Freedom comes with 12 or more chains Leaders will sell their souls for short reigns Truth run amok with my mind I maintain Some find solace in art and spray trains Some write bars in depth of great plains Peace to the people who rep to make change He without love can only afford pain Life don't lead itself it's your game To be without a strength of heart it's not sane He without sense repents and gets flames