Bubble, Bubble,
Toil AND Trouble,
Build with me,
Before it's all rubble.
It's long past time for us to make a change
Before we're all insane
We gotta stop the pain.
Where I come from you can't rely on the cops:
People of color are four-fifths of traffic stops.
Is there discrimination?
Man – obviously!
But the system keeps saying that the problem is me.
So what can i do but fight knowledgeably,
Against this modern day plantation with no apology?
They keep boosting the technology to track me down,
As though mere intimidation could back me down.
What the hell would I say to my seed?
As he grows up amidst all the corruption and greed?
That first they took the poor folks,
And then they took the freaks -
And I shut the fuck up lest they come and take me?
I wish someone would wake me
From today's nightmare.
There's a war going on and they don't fight fair.
They leave the truth right there
But rely on sleight of hand
To turn eyes from the facts and pit man against man.
We need a new plan:
A way to save what's left.
We must stand together
And we can't fear death.
'Cause if they killed Martin and Jesus
Why not you and me?
But if we let that stop us what kind of men would we be?
In 1776 it got thick
When we told the King of England he could suck our dicks.
We wrote a constitution so it couldn't be repeated,
And set things up so kings could never be seated.
But now there's aristocracy threatening our free,
And the rich man couldn't care less about South-East.
Used to think they might but i'm older now.
Still think it can change but i'm colder now.
While the lies keep coming
War drums keep drumming,
An our elected officials are always up to something.
Corporations loot us and cops come to shoot us,
And Babylon runs the militaries that recruit us -
On both sids of the coin,
You think that gang that you join
Is any different than Enron?
Liberty purloined
Is freedom just given away.
And you ask me with a straight face
'How I'm livin today?'
What else am I to say
But 'With my back to the wall?'
Ain't trusting nothing but my brains and my balls.
“Who shot Biggie Smalls?
If we don't get them they gon' get us all!”
But for myself I'll be elected to the city halls.
And once there people gotta stay real,
Drop the focus group mentality
And go with what you feel.
How much longer before people start to demand some change?
And the whole power structure falls down like warm summer rain?
I hope its not long that the people have to wait,
Because we've come much to far to be so close to too late. |
Submission Name: So Close to Too Late
