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Motherland
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look all around you, they say that it's coming
they say to be ready, but not to start running
the perfect play, everything in place
the perfect angle, it all takes shape
pull the trigger the camera starts filming
no direction, the script was never given
mass hysteria, watch it implode
profit seeks rise from the fold
handing out solutions before they've been proven
desperate for relief from the pains and the bruising
need a flood of patients for the drugs they've been moving
drop a dozen bombs, drain the swamp, an intrusion
the puppet masters safe high above
pull the strings on all of their thugs
take me back to the Motherland
think they coming? they already here
infiltrated, it should have been clear
look all around you they walking so near
eyes wide shut trying to find the next beer
raise your chin up, tune into the Globe
too occupied shopping for some clothes
too busy dwelling on your woes
yet so quick to start stepping on toes
see the irony? your spirit's displaced
Charkas out of line, slide in to grace
age of awakening Aquarius in space
look to the skies where they lie, the hidden race
that's alright, you can think that i'm crazy
toxic environments will leave your mind hazy
take me back to the Motherland
look for the truth, follow the money
hot on the trail, bees to the honey
ain't nothing funny, I'm being dead serious
hide in plain sight then label us delirious
wear it as a badge, run with the pack
stand up for something, never look back
believe in yourself or work for someone else
feed into the dream until you got nothing left
at the crossroads,time to decide
history splits, you have to choose sides
give in, give out, fist to the sky
embeed with my roots, i know where I lie
history speaks, I know where I'm tied
the story goes deep, I've opened my eyes
take me back to the Motherland
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Clowns N Spiders
03:17
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Dark Times
02:32
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Down Down Down
03:05
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Full Bar Empty Hearts
03:10
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Moonshinny
02:56
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Tears for Beers
03:14
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Yayo Mayo
01:50
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Sinners at Church
03:30
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Sinners at church, vultures on their perch
They say they welcome everyone especially the hurt
The broken, the beaten down, the ones who feel they are cursed
Buy into a system that’ll convince you what your worth
The tithes that feed agendas, the concentrated riches
Redistribute all the wealth, but only if you switching
and only if you snitching, Information overload
Sensory deprivation, tap into the mother load
blindly follow, blindly lead, herd the sheeple with some haste
Drip it to them slowly, watered down to dull their tastes
Research, develop, experiment, evolve
Profit off of problems if you were the first to solve
sinners at church, vultures on their perch
Gatekeepers, clergyman, judging all your worth
Sinners at church, leveraging your birth
Making sure to pull that 10% from your purse
religion of the state, the state of the religion
Manipulating every thought perfected with precision
Chemistry, anecdotes, history, let it soak
All the things we do not know, do we need to let them go?
Preordained, ascertained, convoluted and deranged
turn the pain into some art and then we throw it on the stage
Are you simply not entertained?
Are you simply not entertained?
Medicated zombies, thugs who try to rob me
Dress them in a suit, call it white collar comedy
Mix it with some harmony, some bone broth and homminy
Absorb through digestion so it all becomes a part of me
sinners at church, vultures on their perch
Gatekeepers, clergyman, judging all your worth
Sinners at church, leveraging your birth
Making sure to pull that 10% from your purse
analyze the cultures, infiltrate the dialects
Set up the missions, turn them into derelicts
Rely on dependence, hand them the framework
Guided meditations designed by some jerks
Who think they know you better cause they see inside your brain
they watching from the sky but never walked on the terrain when looking from this view, I think it’s all insane
A bunch of humans, poking prodding, bleeding down the drain
Treating all the symptoms but never their prevention
Treating all the symptoms but never their prevention
We lost inside ourselves, our souls are screaming for attention
We lost inside ourselves, our souls are screaming for attention
sinners at church, vultures on their perch
Gatekeepers, clergyman, judging all your worth
Sinners at church, leveraging your birth
Making sure to pull that 10% from your purse
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