Search Division - Wonda Brotha Lyrics

Well I don't know what I ain't been told
And there ain't no lie I ain't been sold
Don't tell me what I know ain't true
I been told all my life just what to do

What to think how to feel act and behave
I'm glued to the tube but I ain't no slave
I hear the pope
And the president and I know
The power's with the people
Now that ain't no joke

Now don't you go and blow apart my world
I believe what I feel so my blood won't congeal
I got sanctuary in my sea of lies
Way above my head the truth can fly

Brother, don't you wonder?
Criticize, or hypothesize?
You don't gotta be in hypocrisy
But the truth may never set you free

Brother, don't be fooled by what you see
Their fingers pry so greedily
Every word, picture, and revelation
Is custom-made manipulation

Straight to your head right from the tube
It'll choke your brain til your lips turn blue
Believe me believe me believe me dude
It is time for you to get a clue

I don't care I'm in the comfort zone
La-Z-Boy, PlayStation, right in my home
They keep me fat and fed on the information
But I don't know shit about the state of no nation

The truth don't matter but the news is alright
That hot reporter that s outta sight
Those luscious lips and pretty eyes
Help me to digest those yummy lies

My ears are stuck on every word she said
What they want me to believe is now in my head
And totally agree with the word of The Man
That I'm the king of the hill in my wonderland

Brother, don't you wonder?
Criticize, or hypothesize?
You don't gotta be in hypocrisy
But the truth may never set you free

Well I hear ya, brutha
And it is no lie
You know the truth
Shouldn't be a surprise
But the whole moon landing was a fake
The human race came through s Star Gate
Darwin took it back when he lied
He said evolution was just a lie
The government controls the weather
Pigs can fly you can pluck their feathers
Elvis is gonna save your soul
With his UFOs and his mind control
Now i know you can't believe these fools
Conspiracy theories and a bunch of woo

Woah wait a minute I know what's true
I seen it on the nightly news
There ain't no lies coming from the TV
They don't show me nothing but reality

To each his own, my lucky pal
That's a bunch of pucky, but anyhow
You just keep on paying that monthly tithe
And I hope for you that when you die
When your looking up into the sky
There's some oxygen left in that brain
Just enough so when somebody say
There ain't no one up there waiting for you
That religion stuff it was a bunch of woo
For The Man to use you like a tool
But with all of that having been said
In the end, when I'm dead
There ain't nothin' nowhere waiting for me
And I'm good with that
I'll be history

Brother, don't you wonder?
Criticize, or hypothesize?
You don't gotta be in hypocrisy
But the truth may never set you free

Cause you got to do what you got to do
Like the only one in the world is you
And you got to be what you gonna be
And eventually your mind'll be free

You gotta organize what's randomized
Not fantasize how it's all comprised
Get it all together and your life'll be better
Gotta understand you won't live forever