A Death of a Nation
By: The Truth ft. Po'It
Hints of war are sprinkled
over the meat of America
just to add a little zest to
this world.
Wars of words are being raged;
listen closely to hear the screams
of anger pierce through the
two-way mirror of reality
and one's dream.
A symphony is rehearsing the
opening movement of “World
War III”; the government is
directing with an iron first and
a glass jaw.
The word “war” is tossed out as
frequently as spoiled milk; it’s
lost its venomous connotation;
...but it’s still deadly.
So let’s realize that we’re gathered
here in this lifetime to witness an
event that occurs ever so rarely;
“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust...
Goodbye greed, anger, and lust.
This place has perished from unhealthy elation,
Thank you for witnessing the death of a nation.”
frantic jungle wastelands
that's a crime
shades, tweed jacket man
dollar bills waving,
jizz splattered plexiglass:
nicotine gov leaders, yea
that's a crime
vertigo'd identity complex
bourgeois university schemes
name brand diploma
trick all these cunts,
that's a crime
philosophy of law, like they think
clubs, where they dwell,
grottos of tube shots,
slipping hand first in vomit,
thrash,
smack your head on the hand dryer and pass out
wake up and date rape a girl,
that's a crime.
Riots begin in
black and white checkered streets
as quickly as
the word can be
released from quarrelling
mouths of each
races spokesmen.
"I Have a Dream" speeches
fill the media like
words to a page,
pages to a chapter,
chapters to a book;
A new Revalation
unwinds and lashes out
whipping and stabbing
equality in the back.
Ku Klux Klan commitees
are the new debate team
in every filtered school
facing their district
and nation rivals,
The Black Panthers.
Racism lingers and
becomes invincible;
The only survivors are
those who swallowed and
regurgitated their pride,
and sat in the front
of the bus - so all
obstacles could be
seen. But not avoided.
Drugs,
Waiting on the block,
only to later get knocked off by a shot?
Throwing away your pay,
down the drain, in less
than a stoners-second.
Its sure to get you blown -
up from morals, away from
love, hope, all the good things
that get you too high on life.
Other than that fire blaze,
that’s lit at the end to perfection,
you spit greed between your teeth
and fly underneath you dreams.
Sniff the line below,
to confirm your ride on the
Magic Dragon which
flew right into sorrow,
and crashed your mind
after cloud nine falls down
to rain monolithic grieve,
on all your happy days.
We see it everyday,
The death of a nation,
Shown in every other way
On every single station
Fuck ABC and NBC
CBS, and CTV
Fuck CBC, BBC, TBS
And MTV.
We’re exposed in the news
To drugs, sex and violence
Kids growin’ up to choose
A life lesson in silence.
Just sit and watch don’t talk,
the anchor talks –
Of another murder, rape,
or robbery at the motel
and if you’re looking for the ‘good news’
it’s in the desk drawer at that hotel.
Kid’s grow up blind-eyed to hate,
They see it everyday,
the good news can wait,
there's no other way
On every single station
bad news, no truth
it's the death of a nation...
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1st Verse - Wireless - War
2nd Verse - Macabre - Crime
3rd Verse - Po'It - Racism
4th Verse - Jonathon - Drugs
5th Verse - Phrantik - Media
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