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Orange 9mm - Facelift lyrics
Judging generations hating at the speed of light What my grandfather seen was a fright Should I blame all of you who don't look just like me talk just like me, walk like me for your associations and bloodliness To the droppers of lighting Burn up the treaty unwritten Past forgiven Now ask their children are we cool? Or are we still wearing the same shoes As I bop my head to today's news changed views, strange clues millennium cues. Invade the minds of us struggle to push thought thru from behind the rush of krush grooves. Right now I speak with you, all new thought starts with few. And spreads itself like flu, to those receptive to new versions of the truth. Right now I give just one to you. Anyone can say anything and confuse it What would you really say facing the music Pinned down no choice to make we are the bruises, the world's changing it's face thru music Judging generations misunderstandings, criminals demanding to keep people in cages from slavery to cocaine bids. I said criminal, subliminal society. What I speak when I say that might surprise thee. I mean the power people beyond the reach of life's coliseum-like fight to the death mentality (Learning that) same rule applies, corporate jails make cash from your deflated sails if you can't afford to post bail. Stock options rise if poverty helps you fail, we're not far from having someone we're forced to hail. And that would be a living hell. Judging generations realize you can flip your thoughts, in 30 years sons and daughter might feel lost, if they played this back. The same way shame grabs you drop of a hat, if I mention a crue |
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