Lyrics:
There's a Vietnam Vet with a cardboard sign
Sitting there by the left turn line
The flag on his wheelchair flapping in the breeze
One leg missing
terror
No wonder I'm under stress, I got my door kicked off by a bunch of feds
And when they left It looked like I had rave
And invited more than
that your head
Has been twisted and fed
By worthless foam from the mouth
I can tell you are torn
Between stayin' and returnin'
On back to the South
is its source
That's why they were bred
Immortals search for the taste of "The Blood"
So that they may be fed
Little by little victims are
a system continuously being fed
By a burning ball of plasma so distant and uncaring yet life-giving
Blessing this region with its warmth for Earth and Her
all with the Fanta fizz
Sip syrup until deceased
And never leave home without ya piece
Air Force with the crease
From running from the feds and the heat
Force-fed delusions from the overseer's hands
Won't swallow a doctrine that denies the truth
Most absorb the sickness, saturated in the vile,
Force fed ideals
FALSE MORALITY
No more - deny these lies
Lies
No more - deny these lies
From the time we're born
We've been assigned our roles
And you'll
skin, pin by pin
Contacts control who she sees, blinders on memories
Force fed the program, the pattern
Force fed who I am, a pattern
Pass it on cowards,
sick of swallowing
A dead end path I'm sick of following
I'm becoming my own worst enemy
Spit it out
Force-fed by no other than me
Self-inflicted
our rage
Force fed this disillusion
Missing a torn-out page
Suppress the revolution
All eyes on the big stage
Swept to the institutions
Complacent in
a curse
Point it towards corporate America
Stick a fork in and turn
'Cause four-letter words are more better heard
The world force-fed a turd to me,
you one
Wide big Lincoln, why's this guy on the side for the stinking?
Watch task force dash forward lookin marveled
It's a big chance, big pants,
you one
Wide big Lincoln, why's this guy on the side for the stinking?
Watch task force dash forward lookin marveled
It's a big chance, big pants,
force
Throw you off course, of course, you missed the runway
We mash, like the first kickoff, on a Sunday
Collisions, divisions of niggaz, down
importance
Fathered by the system
Subject to abortion
People gather listen
Their ears burn, I'm torchin
Took our land by force
Sin
Whooped us on to Christian
you ain't with it, without a doubt
By some (brothers) from (Brooklyn) you'll (get) stomped (out)
(That's right)
It's time to get stupid and cold
dream
Speak your mind when your down, learn to get up
And even when your fed up, yo you got to keep your head up
You have meddled with the primal forces
in the ward with a bible
No remorse or survival
Hit another whore, That's the cycle
Drive by Ford with no doors on my rival, Leave him gored on arrival
from every one of us
So fed-up that we'll force you to beg at our feet while we're fiending to cut their throats
Cut their throats
Cut them
I'm trying
I'm putting on a ski mask
Ready to the take the heads
Of all the tyrants
All the sellouts and corrupted feds
I got no fear up in my eyes
I'm not
do juju
Feds said I can't be with Headz
This is my freedom I'm risking
Big rambo or the flick 'ting
I don't take knives from the kitchen (One)
Tryna
us to bleed each paragraph
I speed through the chapter fast. My prospectful wife
Hangs her pride at half mast, force fed domestic life
Is giving her
rage when he sees that the centre page is a boy band poster.
"She's possessed by the devil!"
Her mother shouts.
Blaming it on Satan, like it's
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