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split prophets - stuck in their strategy lyrics

[hook]
remember the time we walked through
cool april showers
it felt so beautiful in the rain

[verse 1 – res]

as i walk out my house and place feet on the pavement
debating on which hard path to partake in
cause we’re all just the same thing
some look to change things, others stay the same
they’re tamed to the ways they were raised in
a place where a statement in part can place you incarcerated
it’s bait and no one seems to see it
we’re living in a prison with the vision of the freest
democracy’s hypocrisy properly got us seeing
life like we’re free human beings
but i’m still seeking tramps in these streets that we pee in
when we’re too p-ssed for seeing, proper 2d vision
l!cked off that liquor trip
tripped to submission, too p-ssed for the mission
rinsing pr-cks if they’re dissing, mincing chicks in positions
quick spliff intermissions got me laid back
i’m off track like a train crash
swallow clips of hollow tips so when i spit this
see this strange flash, fl!cker of light
and then your brain splats, stained flats
bust draws of main gash
see my life is a strange mash of graff, beef, buds and bait yats
don’t waste facts

[hook]

[verse 2 – paro]

i’m just that little man stuck in their strategy
they don’t want me living happily
and recently i’ve rapidly realised that they’ve been gradually trapping me
terrorists in the news make you fear for your family
but seeing all this organised tragedy’s got me scared for humanity
and i know it ain’t the truth that they’re handing me
can’t you see what you’re doing for vanity?
so much wealth in this world yet most still living in poverty
rich aristocrats on tv giving money to charity as a novelty
then drive back home to one of their five properties
we bow down to the sc-m of the earth
the whole world’s gangland, whose running the turf?
stuck in the system from birth to he-rs-
when you search the dirt, is this curse really worth the work?
when in the end which warhead’s first to burst?
k!ll all life on this planet then revert the earth

[hook]

[verse 3 – prime]

what you know about poverty?
robbery bobbies that bother these bredders for property
steadily locking us properly
looking after their monopoly, watching every vicinity
visibly 1984 is literally here to be
sick of these c-nts acting civilly
thinking we’re all treated equally like symmetry
open up your eyes and realise what you’re here to be
a slave to the system making money for them families

[verse 4 – paro]

i’ve gotta keep control of my mindstate
blood pressure rising like the crime rate
welcome to the life of a glorified primate
brandy and high grade till i’m sideways in a right state
stepping with my eyes glazed, walking past driveways
steady trying to find ways to make it through this crime maze
living in a blind haze, ignoring what the signs say
hoping that this grind or the rhymes pay
still trying to fight fate

[hook]

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