were living in the age of the microchip to think real life is like those flicks we used to watch where the doc was working for the villain to insert shit into your fingertips the danger is those flicks desensitized us to the ideas it could exist well done spielberg lucas a theory conspired i dont know in the pudding the proof is but who reads the labels of what they eat so the readers digest just what they speak but whos they bigger than the monotheistic belief that the man is controlling the axes of evil still all the masses believe that a masked thief makes all the madness grief we endure so we indulge ourselves in the idea that wealth s the cure furthermore less aint more no more we assess success like herbivores more green more esteem clout to liberate us from that twenty four hourly bout better known as the day to day struggle no escape from to make one got hustle thats where the mistake comes the tussle between fiendin out for the dream or the puzzle that perplexed minds since the beginning of time why are we here do we really have free will are we gods god like or beast still did the pharaohs even have it right in two thousand years youd think that we would learn cant take what you earn to the afterlife place it in a urn the body burns liberated from the ideology that to have we like more than life itself man builds rockets to go to the moon but cant lend hands to the needy in help its them type moves that forever ensure that war glooms like a tomb where the battle was held to tell the tale how men turned heaven to hell oh well oh well you know me well a common story i came from the bottom to the well not quite the top so exaggeration im trying to sell so since were building my problems im from the basement no not my sound my surroundings astounding if you found how we dwell streets are filled with complacent minimum wages but faking as if they re making the maximum its breaking their pockets cause uncle sam is just taxing them their pockets frail yet the streets are unpaved still the road is rough not for motors but their motives exposed to black kettle pot holes that just be closing up so hold that thought imagine having an accent that would ban you from askin for a job youd react hold that torch burn down opportunities door the politics of classism is infused with the poor thats condusive for a movement or more thats a soon to be war not sure were living in a paradise more like a resort unaware of life we alright we alright we alright2