Lyrics:
Alienation of a radio TV movie nation
No patience in this land of patients
Out of sight make that White House right
And you know what they doin' just
to
You'll only see me on TV or maybe YouTube
By now I know your momma is probably dating some new dude
So how you liking Earth? Are you loving your
don't have the land at that time
We don't have economy
So I decided to, you know
To talk on this one, because I can't rap
I'll call it ah open letter
CRIME STILL PAYS
One way up the wrong way with a gun in my hand
Rolling down the road to the promised land
Hot winds blow, makes me feel alright
of truth
When you opt for silence
Those swallowed by violence
Won't be there when it comes for you
Oh my friends
This ain't a sad song
Keep marchin'
Though
watchin´it on TV
Well they stayed out eight days in space
But the “Moon” we saw was another place
Heavily guarded by many a gun
The Nevada-desert, Area 51
watching trash tv
Burn my phone in ceremony
Down by the lake we used to talk each other down
Will it all work out?
Will it all work out?
Turn the TV on let's watch a good show
Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John
See how the gospel goes
In a getaway car there's lots of bad guys
Jesus Christ
and came
Home to "The Reunion"
Eight years later, new religion of communion
Channel 10, and once again keep your TVs on
YouTube distributed, iPhone equipped
flooding the seas,
The Beautiful Land is surrounded by enemies,
Wars, and rumors of war, are on the TV,
Could these be the end days that I see?
Make up
the astronauts walk on moon
On black and white tvs, in the comfort of our living rooms
These days we're in need of refrain
Of days gone by
From coast to coast
the everlasting race of man
Just to take him by the hand and let him guide us through the land
Cause we can no longer live in peaceful (Harmony)
Of course its just
hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
the voice that tell us we're home
in the most beautiful place in the world --
i was raised on the land
by a slow-moving stream
with grass stains
Berry body dressed in linen by Armani
Steppin' out the Scaglietti, smellin like Miyake
Me I play the Brera, that's Alfa Romeo
Never seen St. Tropez, but I
running the land
With a cross on their chest
And the good book in hand
Pointing a finger at those who oppose
Quieting the facts and truths undisclosed
Standin' on the front stoop hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta
watchin' Tv at mama's house
Everything's fine
So ol' boy reclined but later on
He tried to reach over the table and change the channel
When he saw a picture
In the land of make believe
In America
Go chase you fortune
Suicide on prime tv
Mass hysteria
The U.S. wants you
Malcome X politics
Tricky
passed away,
So this song, while doing this really, really means a lot to me.
Song (5:18)
Will I see him on the TV
Preachin' 'bout the promised land
catch my drip, can't catch my wave
Damn, Cain, you done killed Abel
Unbalanced land, tryna keep the people stable
The way I feel, I might fuck it all
Where arrogance and ignorance stand
Boldly hand in hand
No tremors of resistance rock
This once insurgent land
With IV´s to the TV we sit
Idly by
need a be are A I N double wash*
Overwhelmed by the stuff on TV ~ Overloaded from the pressure fallin' on me ~ light head! Oxygen! I've gotta breath *
Switch on the TV what do I see
Yet another guy that looks just like me
Another picture, Another story, Another tale, Another piece
Some guy who
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