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With the force of an active chief with mob boss apathy

This urban city sprawl into a Bob Ross masterpiece

Opportunities calls lost music industry fast asleep

Our community calls for unity in these backward streets

Reverse hustle words muffled by the corporate monster

The verse muscle the worst of them without a corporate sponsor

Why we storing bombs for future nuclear engagements

Our city’s armed for war and in my backyard is were their tanks sit

Dominating I’m awaiting our common denominating

Calm but I’m debating why these arms of ours are found of hating

These limbs lethal dosage these grins leave us hopeless

These rims keep us focused children eat and sleep with roaches

Abnormal abdominal pain you just have to add this corn meal to your chronicle

pain

Illustrated for a comical gain my biological frame

Used illogical for economical reign terminology is not for the plain

We are being used and coming out our mommas in vain

Remember that part in the Matrix where they were farming for brains

And you think that’s just a movie

That metaphor it moved me get it before you loose speed

And head into war with a loose seed

Spawning a new greed the calling of a new breed

Crawling from deep inside the walls in which you bleed

Somebody get me off of this thing

I really want to get up off of this sing

I can’t see it I’m lost on this thing

I gotta find a way to get off of this thing

Somebody get me off of this thing

I really want to get up off of this sing

I can’t see it I’m lost on this thing

I gotta find a way to get off of this thing

Lost in a transmission of a rerun, channel zero for documentories

Of child heroes, a motivational evil on a podium

Headspin on a sandpaper linoleum floor

Similar friction making a way for a war

Give your money to the rich take it away from the poor

Nobody knocked before that battering ram shattered the door

Lookin like «what you mad at me for?»

A better question is that gun you waiving at me my protection or yours

Innocent die from a probable cause character flaw

On a sketch pad, the trigger happy families sad

Life spinning out of remote control

Watch a murderer kill washing his hands before he washes his soul

And the leaders turn the truth into an awful joke

Making a profit off the words that a prophet spoke

Liquor drops on the floor where the baby bottle broke

And inside of the mother’s coat medicine without a doctors note

A fire started in a strawberry field

Pop culture imitated in pop warner they pop pills

Outside at a bus stop nickolodeon backdrop

Double dare on a sesame street, sound of a gunshot

Flares for nitelites scattered bullets for lullibyes

Symphony of the chaotic soundtrack of the frontlines

Heavy metal elevator music to cloud nine

Revoloutionary radiohead trip enjoy the ride

Hook-

Somebody get me off of this thing

I really wanna get up off of this thing

I can’t see and I’m lost on this thing

I gotta find a way to get off of this thing