{Verse 1: Proch}

Things ain’t what they used to be

German Shepherds by the palm trees

Pristine wood benches that we sit on calmly

And plus the, whole community act just like Ghandi

And never a bad day, cause’ I go to church and the preacher disarm me

We don’t even need an army

No rivals, there’s no wars, and no fights, when god is your only

We love our family and just focus on farming

No government, and especially no money, because what’s there to buy?

The world is free in the free man’s eyes

The pond is clear we can even take dives

We know who we are, and we don’t take our own lives

No groups teaming up to take it all over

We don’t seek power, we seek to live for God while he remains the rover

And we don’t, only go to him when it’s convenient

We pray everyday man we super deep into it

We can simply be described as “God Fearers”

We fear God, so there’s nothing left to fear

He can protect us when nothing else can

We gon’ live this way til’ the day that we perish

But we -

{Bridge: Alan Watts}

Listen kids, things aren’t what they seem

Don’t be fooled

There’s a big deception going on

And you’re involved in it, but I just thought you ought to know it

{Verse 2: Proch}

Fuck that, that ain’t the life we livin

No cams we ain’t giving

No fam until thanksgiving

Plus look at what you sippin’

It’s no mental restrain

It's no fear of the great

So we suffer in pains

While the truth remains

It’s a plot to turn us to bots

We watch all that porn, we takin those shots

You think you’ll never get caught

Low and behold he watch from atop

We corrupted the cops, and burned down the shops, we need it to stop

Yeah, dying in streets, brothers called opps, they carrying mops

No longer a nation

No longer got patience

Globalization feel like an invasion

Of our own culture

And on they workers, we look like some vultures

For also killing our own

At birth our mothers are prone

To kill than rather to figure it out

She think bout risks before it, I doubt

But that is the culture

Give up when uncertain, the devil just hold ya

He tryna own ya

While we sick like pneumonia

Yeah, we falling victim

Victim to the system

To which we was preconditioned