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real talk.2006

How long will simple minds love they simple ways
Seen everyday, receive high praise
Nations rage, people plotting in vain
The race, the competitive spirit in place
In the last days the wicked one sits in place
In his oval room of doom, gripping tight his reign
Play the people for a fool, make'em believe school
Is a righteous tool for achieving a higher ground
Circumstances of oppression go round and round
Speeches about freedom, look how we believe him
Thinking we need him just to feed him, his ego
As deep as it goes, the less forward we go
Looking up to the skies, wondering if it'll rain
The clouds in the west say yes, use your brain
Predict the weather of the earthly skies
But keeping blind to what lies right before your eyes
The situation we be in at the present time
Claim you can see, yet your guilt still remains.

Young men see visions, old men dream dreams
Recognize the themes, people doing revolutionary things
Put into isolation on an island of desolation, seeking salvation
Get pistol-whipped when you speak out on the plantation
Star-strangled banner, lady liberty, they banned her
When she spoke about freedom and culture
Put her to torture like they supposed to
Media, photography, the most famous poster
Every angle, on every turn of the shoulder
False idols, tell they stories on Oprah
But they time is over like exposure
Fed a nation, starving for controversy
Can't get enough endless realities on TV
The eyes of men are never satisfied
To they wives they lied, in they lives they died
The world is controlled by fake Christians and evil politicians
Look how they livin, and still we gotta put our belief in ‘em
Still waitin for the day the lions be feedin on them.

Must have forgotten, read the front page
In the small corner of the Statesman so the people don't rage
How the wicked one keeps his eye on you
Spy on you, how he gonna straight lie to you
Saying how he gonna keep away the bad guy from you
So they tappin phones, poison homes
It's like we livin in a motherfuckin terror-dome
And still people actin like ain't nothing wrong
Guess these days you just gotta keep keepin on
In the face of the struggle, paint a picture like you strong
Let them know where you from, the heart of Aztlan
F**k the border, build your fences, right here is where I belong
Yea f**k you all, if you don’t like it, then b***h bring it on
This is your writing on the wall, remember, yea like in Babylon
Cos these lands are our lands, built with the blood on your hands
Tired of taking commands, now’s the time to take a stand
F**k you Uncle Sam, these are our demands
Food, clothes and shelter, land, bread and housing, justice and, peace man!