Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ghetto Matrix, artist - Thievery Corporation. Album song The Temple of I & I, in the genre Лаундж
Date of issue: 09.02.2017
Record label: ESL Music
Song language: English
Ghetto Matrix |
The city was cold |
Replete with these sheets of old ways |
And stained tenements that were built for bold slaves |
Days collapse, street’s name, perhaps |
Were traps, you could see it in the concrete cracks |
The lost hope is smoked |
The skies would devise for slowpokes |
Dreamers who seem to touch zenith |
Their arms couldn’t reach without touching the breach |
A blunder, so the summers woulda summoned police |
The heat reached through crevices |
To verify the visage of the nemesis |
No blemishes to find on this intricate design |
And odd no-brainer, the container was the mind |
The poverty stricken victims |
Produced the paint for the portrait |
So humble, yet the struggle was sold and went corporate |
It hit the world stage and got celebrated |
This odd mix of love and hatred |
The ghetto matrix |
It’s on you, it’s your mind |
It’s a complex plan that keeps us confined |
It’s on you, it’s your mind |
It’s a complex plan that keeps us confined |
It’s on you, it’s your mind |
It’s a complex plan that keeps us confined |
It’s on you, it’s your mind |
It’s a complex plan that keeps us confined |
The mantra of the mission: |
Make money off the missing |
The streets were the rhythm |
When the six rounds hit 'em |
The shells danced in the moonlight of sunshine |
The blues, you could view them on the news at nine |
The vines grow over headstones and then homes |
Composed to give prose to the anguish and moans |
The worries of the world can’t stop the cash crop |
The blood drop signifies a rise in the stock |
The matrix that enslaves us stops to seemingly balk |
But can’t deny the fact that the act has gone pop |
Nonstop, the plot thickens with his and her children |
Echoes of the plight, like to have the youth listen |
Is it ghetto? |
Is it urban? |
Are you certain? |
Are you a servant here to keep the sales surgin'? |
All in all, it seems that no one can escape it |
This odd mix of love and hatred |
The ghetto matrix |
It’s on you, it’s your mind |
It’s a complex plan that keeps us confined |
It’s on you, it’s your mind |
It’s a complex plan that keeps us confined |
It’s on you, it’s your mind |
It’s a complex plan that keeps us confined |
It’s on you, it’s your mind |
It’s a complex plan that keeps us confined |