lyrical sobriety

have you seen, what's coming on the horizon, waking up to tomorrow's life, to find that the answer is gone, the answer is gone, i'm bringin' it down, i'm bringin' it down, so turn it up, i'm here to bring a flow that puts a chill down your neck, ya' the kind you get when you start to feel that you can connect, to the words of my rhyme, as you listen, one at a time, they begin to take shape and bring an image into your mind, one that helps you to see cause in this world there's so many lies, and so many people livin' in a phony disguise, so now i'm here to help you out and bring about their decline, by given you a rhyme that leaves you with a tingling spine, that reacts with your head, to wake up, what seemed like it was dead, so you can stand up, with your hand up and repeat what i said, to stop the media money makers that ruin society, the ones who try to put a stop to lyrical sobriety, yeah, and now there's so many complications, and many people now in screwed up situations, because of what we let walk into our lives, through our ears and our eyes, and yet we still act surprised, i will fight, i will fight so hard, to help you to see, but does anyone care?, does anyone care?, i will fight, i will fight so hard, to help you to see, but does anyone care?, does anyone care. i think not cause' i still hear the guns go, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, there's another one, another brother gone, another mother lost her son, another young life, wonder what he would have done, but now he'll never have a chance to grow and be someone, i wish it were a story, but the lyrics are real, and as i'm sitting pennin' out this rhyme i can't help but feel, for the all the victims of our culture that we have created, that's loves the brutal display of racism, violence and hatred, and i know a thousand songs, have said the same thing, but we don't change; we don't listen to the message they bring, we want to live it up, let someone else, undo what was done, and so the cycle goes, i guess it makes a thousand-and-one, i wish now that i was done, but really i've just begun, to dig into the corruption that's systematically run, by the music corporations that are plaguing our nation, that simply take a seat and watch the death of young aspiration, i will fight, i will fight so hard, to help you to see, but does anyone care?, does anyone care?, i will fight, i will fight so hard, to help you to see, but does anyone care?, does anyone care?, but people still trippin, societies slippin', so here's some more, i tried to bring this message when i did hurting land, but now i see that you don't learn, or maybe don't understand, maybe the music was too slow, so i'll say it again, but in a different way to reach all those who wouldn't extend, a kind word of gratitude some got nothing but attitude, say i'm hatin', well i am, we're not on the same latitude, i shove it down your throat, cause' you shove it down mine, i have to sit and listen to your garbage rhyme after rhyme, about the guns, sex, violence and glorified crime, same old thing that's on the radio all of the time, so though you came to get yours, now i'm here to get mine, and if this makes it to the airwaves man that'll be fine, i don't expect it though cause' i'm only keeping it real, i only sing and rap about the true things that i feel, someone has to bring flow that will keep you alert, someone to tell it like it is, even if it'll hurt, i will fight, i will fight so hard, to help you to see, but does anyone care?, does anyone care?, i will fight, i will fight so hard, to help you to see, but does anyone care?, does anyone care?, and now the radio plays a song and all of us will sing along, hypnotized, captivated, sitting back while were sedated, with the beat of the new song, they spent a million dollars on, a brand new artist once a week, just pluck another from the street, and children fall into the game; they grow up only wanting fame, to be the people that they see, the radio and the tv, is what they're fed and now they'll be a victim of society, and later as the kids go up we wonder why they self-destruct