(Sole:)

From a place where nobody knows;
If they do, they keep their mouth closed
ln the odds over weighing for the day to come;
looking at the mess they left, seeking new worlds to run
This place is a trainwreck;
No conductor yelling, "All aboard"
Quite the opposite:
And we know they don't tell me what you know, show me how to do it
Clueless;
Motherf--- tell me how to run our lives just to watch ya fall like dominoes
judged by dataset, hung by laminate
Hold by credit that's godless
What the f--k is this?
Let's get even, even when it seems that the dreams we believe in
build up and blow and then they fall like leaves
The wind don't blow us
Running like a warden and the walls don't slow us
All they want to go is a prison to put us in
But they can't hold us all;
My dreams don't fit in your ledger
Why they do, I know better
Live like poetic, give like a medic
I'm not asking for credit
Rebel peasant f--- your president
No one obeys cause no one can rule ya
No one judges ain't no one cooler
This place been good to me
even though i've grown to hate it here
Gone with the wind I mean,
even if we never win, we're never gonna disappear

For the ancestors, to the OG's
It's a grand gesture, everyone gon' see
And you can't measure it, cause it's so deep
This is not the last letter, you are not the only... One

Trekking through miles of urban decay
juxtaposed against styles of gentrification
and that handheld electronic device you hold to your face
is a tool for population control emitting constant radiation
Fuck an opinion if it isn't really based on shit
We've already been long gone, far ahead as they chase our drift
consider it more than a little bit of prose for the literate
I just hope that they listen to the scope that we iterate
The diliemna's in a minute made isn't it?
Look at it in a different way then it fits
but i'm one who sees doubt in the benifit
Only one way to fall when you're Icarus
So many minds clouded with Ignorance
Information overload with the sounds and the images
And the told us the boundaries were limitless
even as "they" attempted to fence us in again
Too bad that the matrices are thin
You sad that the veil's lifting
Train hard for the great conditioning
Forget about a fairy tale ending
Said we had it better than the ancestors
But they did stuff we have never set up
As remnants and relics mark the landscape,
as if to say, "who is the next up?'
hidden history buried underneath officialdom
and if you want the truth maybe your wish will come...
(but you can't handle the truth)