False Media - The Roots

America’s lost somewhere inside of Littleton

Eleven million children are on Ritalin

That’s whay I don’t rhyme for the sake of riddlin

False media, we don’t need it, do we?

Pilgrims, Slaves, Indian, Mexican

It looks real fucked up for your next of kin

That’s why I don’t rhyme for the sake of riddlin

False media

If I can’t work to make it, I’ll rob and take it Either that or me and my children are starving and naked

Rather be a criminal pro than to follow the Matrix

Hey it’s me a monster y’all done created

I’ve been inaugurated

Keep the bright lights out of our faces

You can’t shake it, it ain’t no way to swallow the hatred

Aim, fire, holla about a dollar, nothin in sacred

We gone pimp, the shit out of nature

Send our troops to get my paper

Tell 'em stay away from them skyscrapers

Ain’t long for you get y’all acres

I’ma show 'em who’s the global gangster

Sentence me to four more years, thank you

I’ma make you feel a little bit safer

Because it ain’t over

See that’s how we get your fear to control you

But ain’t nobody under more control than the soldier

And how could you expect a kid to keep his composure

When all sorts of thoughts fought for exposure again

America’s lost somewhere inside of Littleton

Eleven million children are on Ritalin

That’s whay I don’t rhyme for the sake of riddlin

False media, we don’t need it, do we?

Pilgrims, Slaves, Indian, Mexican

It looks real fucked up for your next of kin

That’s why I don’t rhyme for the sake of riddlin

False media, we don’t need it, do we