Junk Food Paradigm

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R. Davis

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Aye aye aye
Mama said
"Eat your veggies and pay attention in school"
But all the kids want is junk food
Tripping acting a fool
You ain't cool you ain't cool
You a joker you a tool
But I'd be lying to say I don't got a sweet tooth too
Mama said
"Eat your veggies and pay attention in school"
But all the kids want is junk food
Tripping acting a fool
You ain't cool
Nah you ain't cool

We a generation of ignorance
Prejudice and indifference
Little children belligerent
With nothing to lose
Oh they tripping willing to kill
Over some name brand shoes
Mama didn't want us listening
Had us turn off the news
And all these rappers is mad
But they just singing the blues
Oh the negro spiritual
We been beaten and bruised
And I feel it too
But I try to keep me a level head
When I remember every time
That my grandmother had said
That it's a good going to remember
And a better thing to do
Alway hang with construction gang
And not the wrecking crew
And I been reckless on records
I been selfish playing helpless
I reckon I need a blessing
Lord give me some direction
Oh God

Mama said
"Eat your veggies and pay attention in school"
But all the kids want is junk food
Tripping and acting a fool
You ain't cool you ain't cool
You a joker you a tool
But I'd be lying to say I don't got a sweet tooth too
Mama said
"Eat your veggies and pay attention in school"
But all the kids want is junk food
Tripping and acting a fool
You ain't cool
Nah you ain't cool
What it do?

Amazon...
Flamingo...
Neptune...
KXSTXWXY...
KXSTXWXY...
KXST...
XWXY...

Paradigm, paradigm
Pair of thoughts, pair of words, pair of rhymes
I was try'na shift the paradigm
You was try'na bag a pair of dimes
Just a penny for my thoughts?
Then mines is worth a pair of dimes
Me? I been writing paragraphs
You could only get out a pair of lines
How we ever gonna fight the demons 
When all of us are paralyzed
By all this glitter gold, money, lust
Addictions and plenty dime
Bags you roll it light it and inhale
To ignore the fact that we in hell
A third eye doesn't do you well
When the other two are blind
But who am I to criticize
Look at my life, I'm doing fine
I'm in suburbia with the bama kids
That ain't never been outside
'Top of that I'm black and rapping rhymes
Right where they want me I'm confined
But if I ever tried to color out the lines
They'd be very terrified
Even when we read between the lines
They always get us with the fine print
Man they love to see us crack
It's very taxing they act like it's a fine
This 'bout more than black or white
This is for the KXSTXWXYs alike
This for those who got the brightest light
But di Babylon no let them shine
This for those who knows the ways to break the pain
And fade the hate reveal the great sublime
The flow they minds is vital like a vein
But they cut off by the bloodclot paradigm
Paradigm, paradigm, paradigm
Terrible how you terrorize
And paralyze the power cards
So they'll never shift the tides
What they don't like to tell you all about is
The way they hide the sky
Behind the ceiling built with
Glass and curtains
So that we think we'll never rise
Then they try to clip our wings
So that we think that we broken never fly
They love to demonize the darkest angels
Because we have the brightest shine
Tell me, how much is your life worth?
If it's more then just a dime
Then open up the blinds
To see through this junk food paradigm

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