Subliminal mind games being skillfully played on the masses.
Bottles of barbiturates given so the minds are more like molasses.
Billboards and blow-up dolls can be found on every block and a dollop of a sexy trollop
will cause the men to flock.
Laced with lies for so long that it’s what we most expect, while morals and principals
are something we don’t respect.
Promiscuous princesses prancing around in place, waiting patiently for perverted
pedophiles to finally give chase.
Children of color dying for reasons not yet shown, being vilified like men,
although they’re not grown.
Down the rabbit hole I go. I wonder what land I’m in.
Where it’s weird to have a good heart, but cool to live in sin
and gangsta’s are continuously glorified, immortalized and praised.
So I ask the question mama, why isn’t this how I was raised?
If bad boys get all the babes, what’s the point of changing over?
Everyone around me is inebriated, so why do I remain sober?
The battle of Cain and Abel; am I my brothers keeper?
Physically we’re growing stronger, spiritually we’re growing weaker.
This world has become peculiar, a testament of times to come.
I just hope it’s some good ones left when it’s all said and done…
– Jah Soul