Binoculars - Apollo Brown, The Left, Journalist 103

Yo, my life is complex to say the least

So I try to find release in every moment that I grace a beat

People view me as strong cause they don’t see the weakness

That’s caused by my inner demons that I battle frequent

So I’m frequent in my prayers to elude the madness

That goes on across the globe as I watch the masses

Plummet in despair

I watch people complain while other people just pray for a little rain

That seems kinda strange just when you sit and observe

And notice that society driving people berserk

Trying to mask the hurt, but it’s hard to hide the obvious

Like remote control planes hittin' the twin towers

As I’m preparing myself to meet the final hour

I’m giving Dawah within my actions the lord’s power

Cause that fire’s a real thing

Contrary to your belief’s everybody gotta meet the King

Bridge/Chorus

Open your eyes look, through binoculars, pay attention, yeah

Verse Two

Misconception is the brute to the false perception

That often leaves loss people to the misdirection

Electing fools for leaders playing the guessing game

While the qualified leaders are locked in the cage

From Mandela to Rap Brown, the same cycle

Been going on since pharaoh knew of a coming rival

This is a survival transcended to spirit form

Between heaven and hell is where your souls torn

From Philistine to Kashmir to people suffering

While we watch from a distance and plan to do nothing

Desensitized to lies told through the airwaves

We’re quarantined from the truth like it’s a bad plague

Pray for the best, but trust me the worst is yet to come

Motivatin' the people who lack the overcome

Cause with every success story a struggle follows

As we push for a bright future to come tomorrow

Bridge/Chorus

Truth always stand clear from falsehood, man

You ain’t never got to question it, regardless, yeah, The Left