Lyrics:
Sometimes I'm feelin', down on my luck (Down on my luck)
Workin' for a system that's corrupt (Workin' for a system that's corrupt)
In a city where
everything
I could change anything, I could change anything
If I changed anything, I mean anything
I would change everything, oh yeah
When the media
von the humble at a show in San Fran
I said "Yo Palma, when did you last see Alana"?
He offer me a seat and attempts to make me calma
When he began
Bumpin bumpin bumpin bumpin yeah hoe
System bumpin bumping bumping bumping yeah hoe
System bumpin bumping bumping bumping yeah hoe
System bumpin
Fake love, no kiss or a hug
Sweated on a seat from poppin' all them drugs
Lonesome, no friend, you a bum
All lost, I'm another one
Fake love, no kiss
John Boyega
John Boyega
Hard working
Still learning
Black man
But in the media
They attack man
(Deep the agenda)
Lizzie’s, stack fam
(Paper)
Systems
Criminal justice system of flaws
Blatant corruption
Repercussions, higher profit
An addiction
The obvious signs of guilt
Sloppy investigation
the humble at a show in San Fran
I said "Yo Palma, when did you last see Alana"?
He offer me a seat and attempts to make me calma
When he began to break it
be the social media effect
On the tv what they project
Its what we see and have to accept
The systems fucked and I'm fed up
Its 5 in the morning gotta
skin is black
The system is designed to hold you back
how s'ya do shle hands on the shoulder a pat
One love to my face then a stab in the back
communications media worldwide
All systems have been ripped
The internet has been shut down
All radio and television broadcasting has ceased
Become an individual
Think for yourself
Fuck social media
You're living in a hell
Corporate reality
Staring at a screen
Lots of information
You don't
I'm a celebrity
(Take your fake smile off)
Ghetto celebrity
Ain't nothing changed nigger
The media will test ya, popularity is pressure
Porche
drum tracks, their ears could get numb off
Blockbustin, like makin love, i'll never stop thrustin
Into your system, so just listen
I'm like
Wherever i go i see decadent faces
Lost between desire and ignorance
Media slaves made to divide us
They sell what pays best to empty minds
Poor
World banker Monopoly
Human machines of the system
That handled the evolution era
Manipulating the revolution
Puppets dressed in suit and tunic
Pressured and tired
Constantly stressed
Fighting to survive
Pathetic human race
The media spits lies
Making people fear
Demons in disguise -
Our
They multiply these falsely anti-system felons
Why do we tolerate them nowadays?
We feed the demons
Why do we ignore what history says?
Revival
So the la la can enhance our minds
The system booming let the bass increase
I find me a seat so I can peep the chic
Ladies and maybe get my homeboys
me into the system.
You think you know me.
Just another little black boy needs savin'
Well, my mama loves me, I'll have you know
You don't love me
Our reality the systems fucked
Our reality it must be bad luck
Our reality the hierarchy lies
I wish everyone would just fucking die
c world full
They told the children
We can save the ocean
From pollution
Through media promotion
They told the children
We can save the trees from
Deforestation
Sometimes I'm feelin', down on my luck (Down on my luck)
Workin' for a system that's corrupt (Workin' for a system that's corrupt)
In a city where
some off
They come back wit drum tracks, their ears could get number
Blockbusting, like making love, I never stop thrusting
Into your system so
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