Jerusalemm - America
System crumbling...see it coming as the world goes round and round. Put your fist up if you feel me freedoms how it's going down. America you see the truth as make believe. America tell me do you like what you see.
I came to paint a portrait...the story's being distorted by levels that's not important. You see as recording..I see it as the origin of me lyrically reporting. We bitching bout the system that we literally supporting...we ghetto living peasant spending building them a fortress even when the rabbit got the gun sometimes we miss the tortoise.The shells get misplaced innocents caught with strays...everybody got the juice nobody wants to concentrate. My pen feeling surgical I'm trying to operate...tap into your conscience state mind and body cooperate. My soul is not a common place mixed with different oddities...America not beautiful just too many scars I see...sit back relax write what tomorrow brings. Notice when I'm gone every word every song was scripted from ghetto palms so the ghetto can carry on...
System crumbling...see it coming as the world goes round and round. Put your fist up if you feel me freedoms how it's going down. America you see the truth as make believe. America tell me do you like what you see.
Push the ball penetrate. Life hard behind these bars..especially when the pen at stake. Standing in the loop I'm just trying to beat the breaks. Yeah I want the whole pie but life ain't a piece of cake. Dillon county..exit 2 right off the interstate. The place where I habitat where I formed my habits at...life on a tight rope I'm practicing my balance act. So much madness blood sprinkled on the canvas...freedom had a vote we must be missing some ballots I'ont know I ain't see must have counted in our absence. Spoken to the chosen few to speak it to the masses same exit plan we all leaving in caskets. System on his last breath can't hear it gasping foundations collapsing mastered the tactics plan move with action left right left right no time to move backwards..
System crumbling...see it coming as the world goes round and round. Put your fist up if you feel me freedoms how it's going down. America you see the truth as make believe. America tell me do you like what you see.
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Jerusalemm - America
System crumbling...see it coming as the world goes round and round. Put your fist up if you feel me freedoms how it's going down. America you see the truth as make believe. America tell me do you like what you see.
I came to paint a portrait...the story's being distorted by levels that's not important. You see as recording..I see it as the origin of me lyrically reporting. We bitching bout the system that we literally supporting...we ghetto living peasant spending building them a fortress even when the rabbit got the gun sometimes we miss the tortoise.The shells get misplaced innocents caught with strays...everybody got the juice nobody wants to concentrate. My pen feeling surgical I'm trying to operate...tap into your conscience state mind and body cooperate. My soul is not a common place mixed with different oddities...America not beautiful just too many scars I see...sit back relax write what tomorrow brings. Notice when I'm gone every word every song was scripted from ghetto palms so the ghetto can carry on...
System crumbling...see it coming as the world goes round and round. Put your fist up if you feel me freedoms how it's going down. America you see the truth as make believe. America tell me do you like what you see.
Push the ball penetrate. Life hard behind these bars..especially when the pen at stake. Standing in the loop I'm just trying to beat the breaks. Yeah I want the whole pie but life ain't a piece of cake. Dillon county..exit 2 right off the interstate. The place where I habitat where I formed my habits at...life on a tight rope I'm practicing my balance act. So much madness blood sprinkled on the canvas...freedom had a vote we must be missing some ballots I'ont know I ain't see must have counted in our absence. Spoken to the chosen few to speak it to the masses same exit plan we all leaving in caskets. System on his last breath can't hear it gasping foundations collapsing mastered the tactics plan move with action left right left right no time to move backwards..
System crumbling...see it coming as the world goes round and round. Put your fist up if you feel me freedoms how it's going down. America you see the truth as make believe. America tell me do you like what you see.
System crumbling...see it coming as the world goes round and round. Put your fist up if you feel me freedoms how it's going down. America you see the truth as make believe. America tell me do you like what you see.
I came to paint a portrait...the story's being distorted by levels that's not important. You see as recording..I see it as the origin of me lyrically reporting. We bitching bout the system that we literally supporting...we ghetto living peasant spending building them a fortress even when the rabbit got the gun sometimes we miss the tortoise.The shells get misplaced innocents caught with strays...everybody got the juice nobody wants to concentrate. My pen feeling surgical I'm trying to operate...tap into your conscience state mind and body cooperate. My soul is not a common place mixed with different oddities...America not beautiful just too many scars I see...sit back relax write what tomorrow brings. Notice when I'm gone every word every song was scripted from ghetto palms so the ghetto can carry on...
System crumbling...see it coming as the world goes round and round. Put your fist up if you feel me freedoms how it's going down. America you see the truth as make believe. America tell me do you like what you see.
Push the ball penetrate. Life hard behind these bars..especially when the pen at stake. Standing in the loop I'm just trying to beat the breaks. Yeah I want the whole pie but life ain't a piece of cake. Dillon county..exit 2 right off the interstate. The place where I habitat where I formed my habits at...life on a tight rope I'm practicing my balance act. So much madness blood sprinkled on the canvas...freedom had a vote we must be missing some ballots I'ont know I ain't see must have counted in our absence. Spoken to the chosen few to speak it to the masses same exit plan we all leaving in caskets. System on his last breath can't hear it gasping foundations collapsing mastered the tactics plan move with action left right left right no time to move backwards..
System crumbling...see it coming as the world goes round and round. Put your fist up if you feel me freedoms how it's going down. America you see the truth as make believe. America tell me do you like what you see.
Writer: Jerusalemm
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Copyright: Lyrics © SOUND JUNKIE LLC