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(yeah)I See these swift eyed whispering heads with no shameConducting their business like they ain't got no brainsSee my swift eyes picturing things a slow changeBut nothing changes less we make it thoughThe times are so strangeThe sun rises most days Young hearts have old brainsWe eat crap-donalds burgers instead of wholegrainsBound up in our own gold chainsThe mechanisms of power make sure there's no changeThese the same institutions that bought and sold slavesWho murdered and stole land from the old bravesAnd they still got the power they had in the old daysIn my opinion they are controlling the whole placeTelling us there's no other life in the whole space that surrounds usThey ground us down with the slow pace of modernityReal rulers ain't got no faceThey're just puppeteers pulling on our strings and they don't breakFeeling like there's nothing I can really hold safeWarm hearts shiver in this cold cold placeI try to hide from these spies but the cameras rotateThey're holding up the truthBut the truth won't waitLetras de cancionesWe've been hiding from the spies but the cameras rotateAnd they've been holding up the truth but the truth won't waitSo i take time to write I feel the hours dripToo many people have got tongues with a sour tipRavenous pen takes the page Devours itModern life curdles the milk of my cowardiceAnd everywhere i lookPeople on a power tripWanna make these rats fly tie em some dowel sticksWhy do something if you can't be proud of itI lost too many friends to that *sniff* powder shitThought they were the baddest menThey thought they were the rowdiestBut life ain't going nowhere for themNow they die in a pitNow I'm asking themHow is this coolYeah we stepped that line in schoolBut at least some of us learnedWhat fools we had beenSee i get effectedBy them things i used to get perplexed withSo I've gone from being recklessTo being careful, consideredSo fuck my name in lightsI want my name across a blizzardChanted by a wizard at the breaking of a black dawnSpill out the ocean incarnated in a rap formI want the wind to scream my rhymes and leave their houses thatchedwant the wind to scream my rhymes and leave their houses thatchedWell you can't change nothing unless elevate your platformBelieveMany people reperate but don't breatheMany people look and look but really don't seeIf your lost in what's been then you really wont beSo the wise ones know to let their minds run freeThe wise ones know to let their minds run freeThe wise ones know to let their minds run freeThats why we nurture our thoughts from seed to grown treeWe elevate From Letras Mania