Have you seen, what’s coming on the horizon, waking up to tomorrow’s life,
to find that the answer is gone, the answer is gone
I’m bringin’ it down, I’m bringin’ it down, so turn it up
I’m here to bring a flow that puts a chill down your neck
Ya’ the kind you get when you start to feel that you can connect
To the words of my rhyme, as you listen, one at a time
They begin to take shape and bring an image into your mind
One that helps you to see cause in this world there’s so many lies
And so many people livin’ in a phoney disguise
So now I’m here to help you out and bring about their decline
By given you a rhyme that leaves you with a tingling spine
That reacts with your head, to wake up, what seemed like it was dead
So you can stand up, with your hand up and repeat what I said
To stop the media money makers that ruin society
The ones who try to put a stop to lyrical sobriety
Yeah, and now there’s so many complications
And many people now in screwed up situations
Because of what we let walk into our lives, through our ears and our eyes
And yet we still act surprised
I will fight, I will fight so hard, to help you to see, but does anyone care?
Does anyone care?
I will fight, I will fight so hard, to help you to see, but does anyone care?
Does anyone care…. I think not cause’ I still hear the guns go
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, there’s another one
Another brother gone, another mother lost her son
Another young life, wonder what he would have done
But now he’ll never have a chance to grow and be someone
I wish it were a story, but the lyrics are real
And as I’m sitting pennin’ out this rhyme I can’t help but feel
For the all the victims of our culture that we have created
That’s loves the brutal display of racism, violence and hatred
And I know a thousand songs, have said the same thing
But we don’t change; we don’t listen to the message they bring
We want to live it up, let someone else, undo what was done
And so the cycle goes, I guess it makes a thousand-and-one
I wish now that I was done, but really I’ve just begun
To dig into the corruption that’s systematically run
By the music corporations that are plaguing our nation
That simply take a seat and watch the death of young aspiration
I will fight, I will fight so hard, to help you to see, but does anyone care?
Does anyone care?
I will fight, I will fight so hard, to help you to see, but does anyone care?
Does anyone care?
But people still trippin', societies slippin’, so here’s some more
I tried to bring this message when I did hurting land,
But now I see that you don’t learn, or maybe don’t understand
Maybe the music was too slow, so I’ll say it again
But in a different way to reach all those who wouldn’t extend
A kind word of gratitude some got nothing but attitude
Say I’m hatin’, well I am, we’re not on the same latitude
I shove it down your throat, cause’ you shove it down mine
I have to sit and listen to your garbage rhyme after rhyme
About the guns, sex, violence and glorified crime,
Same old thing that’s on the radio all of the time
So though you came to get yours, now I’m here to get mine
And if this makes it to the airwaves man that’ll be fine
I don’t expect it though cause’ I’m only keeping it real
I only sing and rap about the true things that I feel
Someone has to bring flow that will keep you alert
Someone to tell it like it is, even if it’ll hurt
I will fight, I will fight so hard, to help you to see, but does anyone care?
Does anyone care?
I will fight, I will fight so hard, to help you to see, but does anyone care?
Does anyone care?
And now the radio plays a song and all of us will sing along
Hypnotised, captivated, sitting back while were sedated
With the beat of the new song, they spent a million dollars on
A brand new artist once a week, just pluck another from the street
And children fall into the game; they grow up only wanting fame
To be the people that they see, the radio and the TV
Is what they’re fed and now they’ll be a victim of society
And later as the kids go up we wonder why they self-destruct
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