State of the Union
I feel like I've been dusted for seven years,
As I'm vaulted up and find my heaven clears,
I dead my fears, then drift off further again,
Lying in red ink from when I murdered a pen,
I'm fucked up, I know ya'll heard mama when,
She let the surgeon begin, to remove drama in,
The life of everyone forced to deal with me,
Conceal my plea, and let you live so happily,
But I still remain that thorn in your side,
Born adorned to just scorn those who tried,
As I force those whose loved ones just died,
To simply behold gold worldwide and collide,
Into the glamor and grandeur of twin towers,
Watching them crumble while the sin devours,
Any glimpse or shred of motherfucking hope,
Railing another line, cause I need it to cope.
The shit that goes round in our world today,
Makes me want to get lost and unfurl in yay,
Sniffing pounds, as it all just pounds away,
Fuck drama, cocaine fuels my shades of grey,
The shit that goes round in our world today,
Makes me want to get lost and unfurl in yay,
Sniffing pounds, as it all just pounds away,
Fuck drama, cocaine fuels my shades of grey,
The problems range from dope to television,
Our lungs poked, they cope from an incision,
As they insert more tubes to let us breathe,
Choking down as the Ecoli in lettuce seethe,
Boiling over, so as we fall prey to a clover,
Becoming deranged as we pray and we rover,
Paying less attention to an epidemic takeover,
So what we need now is a systemic makeover,
Allowing us to care less about Iran and Iraq,
We need to get a damn good plan and attack,
The real global killer... I'm not talking pollution,
I'm talking bout today's corporate evolution,
As we're running around about AIDS in Africa,
While they're lobbying grenades to damage ya,
Having us so thoroughly sold on Democracy,
Believing what we're told, oh the hypocrisy.
The shit that goes round in our world today,
Makes me want to get lost and unfurl in yay,
Sniffing pounds, as it all just pounds away,
Fuck drama, cocaine fuels my shades of grey,
The shit that goes round in our world today,
Makes me want to get lost and unfurl in yay,
Sniffing pounds, as it all just pounds away,
Fuck drama, cocaine fuels my shades of grey,
The real problem is this bullshit won't stop,
As those controlling the pulpit don't drop,
The demise is already seeped into our music,
Our movies and books as we live to abuse it,
Even our food, whether it's organic or not,
If you sell it across the Atlantic...your spot,
Will be shut down pronto for hormone levels,
Becoming more corporate drones with bezels,
Not realizing what the bigger picture shows,
My thousand words are just a scripture prose,
As lust for dust grows just thinking about it,
Preaching hard, still most of you'll doubt it,
That before y2k, most people died for God or love,
Now they die to reach the very facade above,
Buying into the lies of a corporate system,
In truth, I got so high that I couldn't afford to listen...