Duke Al - PLASTIC PHARAOHS (feat. Chanel Mensah) Lyrics

We live in fire where our desires are our idols
Where discipline is a sin, not survival
Prayers and organs at funerals are no longer vital
Deniers of the oldest version of the bible
Few reborn, more see the Lord as their rival
They ignore all the chores, but still take the high road
The higher people's title, evil feels entitled
Diss disciples hiss and hiss, but they don't know the high code
They wanna stop slavery, but still buy clothes
Wrapped in high robes, trapped as time slows
Feeling hot like pyros,
If only they believed this Guy rose
To save their sins, save their souls
But they're guided by PLASTIC PHARAOHS
Can you see what I see in this jungle?
A humble man isn't scared to be humble
Air is thick, I can't breathe it's a struggle
There's not a man who is sane in this jungle
Can you see what I see in this jungle?
A humble man isn't scared to be humble
Air is thick, I can't breathe, it's a struggle
There's not a man who is sane in this jungle
We've had the Nazis, the Kamikazes, all for the party
Who ordered, who slaughtered, who tortured, nearly everybody
We've had the Stalins, the Genghis (Khan) carnage, the psychopathic
The narcissistic, the dark and twisted, the armed sadistic
Deception is the game, you're trapped within it
If your turn you missed it, now Putin's shooting missiles, he's gone ballistic
World leaders, world deceivers, we are just statistics
But humans wish this, it's AI, the new humanistic
Distracted by tactics, they place on our screens
Why do you think they call it a feed? As we eat all their schemes
Losing sense of community, reinventing our dreams
Soon we'll see eulogies, they'll be trending as memes
Can you see what I see in this jungle?
A humble man isn't scared to be humble
Air is thick, I can't breathe, it's a struggle
There's not a man who is sane in this jungle
Can you see what I see in this jungle?
A humble man isn't scared to be humble
Air is thick, I can't breathe, it's a struggle
There's not a man who is sane in this jungle
We've got so used to scrolling, used to consoling in our consoles
Our attention is captured, they've mastered their goal, how to con souls
Human interaction rarely happens, everything's on our phones
We worship ourselves, worshipping in the blue light zone
Yet remain self-conscious, sell our conscience, explode with endorphins
The temporary serotonin, this shows
The modernistic way of control is a tactic that's bold
As they have moulded us into our very own PLASTIC PHARAOHS
Remove the plastic pharaohs cause we need to suffer
On the other side of suffering's, how we love each other
Stop telling people what they wanna hear it's the worst advice
People need tough love to see it's not a worthless life
Remove the plastic pharaohs cause we need to suffer
On the other side of suffering's, how we love each other
Stop telling people what they wanna hear it's the worst advice
People need tough love to see it's not a worthless life
Can you see what I see in this jungle
Air is thick, I can't breathe, it's a struggle
There's not a man who is sane in this jungle
Sane, sane
There's not a man who is sane in this jungle
Sane, sane
There's not a man who is sane in this jungle