[Verse 1: Crawdad]
Look around, there’s a vacant blanket of words covering their faces this is the basic statement on earth right
I’m entitled, it’s my birth right, lil weezy leading the Fourth Reich
I’m feeling queasy, easy does it as I heard, “fight!”
They loading in they ammunition, kissing the hand that they’ve bitten
We in need of a change, and I need to explain that the devious ways they exploit their greediness makes it easier
From the ground up we building it
Got to believe in the sound of the children that they filled it with
And this is not a waste of time
This is not a gun in the face to make you hide
This is not a taste of pride
This is not a chain around the neck of a liar
This is the fire beneath the ass of those designated to take it higher
We sit back and listen to the bird’s cry, poetry
Asking about the pure kind, know it’s me
Notice me standing tall on top of the earth
With a pen and a paper about to rebuild it with words
Words that speak survive, words that keep me alive
Words that hold the remedy to even the mind
If it’s all about balance tell me where did all the talent go
Invaluable insight found inside the average Joe
Down we go into the trenches around here we help those in need and place value on friendships
How do they sentence a junkie to prison when cats make songs to support punching they women
They got a mother too, that’s the reason for the W-A-R
Stay hard, but a conscience gonna soften you
Talking about that nonsense I bet you feeling awful dude
I’m all for you, but you ‘ain't choosing who you talking to
Who they gonna hate, when they facing Satan’s face and fate becomes a taste that they can’t shake
Not me nah, cause this the chemistry of the melody
The spirit of the rhyme, no longer inferior to those who stealing our dimes and nick’s
You know this is true, now tell me is this you
What would you do if you had a voice that could get you heard
But the majority of the people were scared to hear your words
Would you say it or would you let it go
When you figure it out let me know