Wolves Woke and Tired

I'm Tired of being listened to and not even comprehended Tired of all the bullshit, the lies and being hidden Metaphors analogies similar between lines written Even if I lie for my team to put one of em on They act like I wasn't there for em once, A team now gone We need to remember how to sit down and talk, adults to men Women too, can't spell either without a Man inside of them Sit on in, it's a Pow Wow, if you a Cheech I'll bring the Bong They should know by now everytime I got the green I always ring the Gong Cuz they won't even listen unless you're the one singing the song I'll tell you what's grinding my gears, the system got me all wrong Tired of everything being heard before I release it Who's Live recording me now, snake in the grass or government creepin Tired of these reporters not reporting what's really happening in the streets and Tired of people walking right being me without a word Cuz if I had a knife in my hand, I'd bet they'd want a heard Never want me to turn, To quick I bet they'd learn Yet they following so close to check and whispering down my neck Without a simple behind or sound of a bird Been trying to build a pack so we can earn Break bread and lead, no butter to churn Still howl at the moon even if I'm blind but can't dance around the fire we burn Yet when a boy cries wolf till it gets on your nerves That boy's warning you sheep follow mindless un-meaningful words You don't understand he's calling you sheep and the Wolf pack's creating a heard Yet I hear what gets played on mainstream radio practicing a preach absurd And the UN's meaningful yet still isn't focused on what's wrong with mother Earth It's like everyone forgot where there mother's had once given them birth Still everyone looks over Native Pride and how they worshiped her Freedom of religion seems like once founded is now a blur Some of your ancestors were shipped over here most against the will of hers Nobody should forget where they're from or where they were And this Ain'ta spoken word perpetrating against any color yet alone downing any race Just by the pigment or melanin showing on your largest organs space We need to change our lace Or better yet find a new way to tie this place We can't even live off the land anymore, or off the grid without a Trace Can't even collect rainwater yet now have to dance to Uncle Sam's trance of waste With one hand open to pay for what you own, the other spraying us with mace News, and Wikipedia can't be trusted so what's it gonna take A shot or a taste of taze When you stop learning or paying attention to what you listen, then a sheep is what you make The TruMan sho is here and I'm tired of all the fake Dinner's ready and not everyone gets a plate Cuz in a wolf pack Hunter's bring home and share every weight