Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Thought , by - Ez3kiel. Song from the album Barb4ry, in the genre Release date: 25.09.2011
Record label: Jarring Effects
Song language: English
Thought |
| This is Angelo Moore |
| Fishbone soldier number one |
| Dr. Madd Vibe |
| You’ll comprehend a legal ageist |
| He recommended that you arm yourself |
| With a protective prophylactic calling of consciousness |
| The chapter in a book presents Dr. Mass Vibe’s |
| Comprehension of legal ageist |
| Chapter seven I believe |
| The land of the mighty whitey of Moor |
| This is called «Fall of the Riviera» |
| The world spins so slow but the sun is hre at last |
| The sun rises slowly but its path is so vast |
| It stays in th middle while the other planets go around |
| And a few hours later, later I’m in another town |
| Yesterday I was in Nice, France on the beach |
| With the Mediterranean sea in front of me at my feet |
| People walking naked |
| Women and men |
| But not like back at home in the USA, the jail that I live in |
| Where you can’t drink a beer or smoke a joint on the corner |
| Or to be naked on the beach is indecent exposure |
| It’s triple hard, try to talk about something happy |
| Sweet turned crappy |
| I guess that because I’m a part of the American dream |
| A prehistoric experiment by the damn mighty whitey European |
| Screaming, scamming |
| Got me screaming to the top of my lungs |
| Because what I saw made me jealous, but also with disgust |
| Look at all the happy white people in their paradise state |
| Even some people with color get a piece of the cake |
| They’re not guinea pigs for justice and peace in the USA |
| Gimme gimme justice and gimme gimme peace |
| They squeal in their land and slap on glory |
| The land of the free |
| Some Black men, some Red men, some Yellow and some White matter |
| The land of the free |
| Free to make money |
| If you make enough money you can buy yourself some justice, honey |
| So if you’re Black like me and you wanna get rich quick |
| Go under cover and make your hair slicked |
| Get rid of those naps and be a tom for a minute |
| Be like the mighty whitey and you’re in it to win it |
| Fuck all that I say with deep angst |
| I am what I am, no bacon for me thanks |
| Three snaps and a circle |
| A pow wow with Bloods and Crips |
| Let’s all get together and bunch 'em in the lip |
| Then brake their hips and take away their mind |
| Rebel, rebel, rebel |
| Rebel away from your blind mind |
| Rebel from this spell that has been intertwined |
| Into your great grandma and great grandpa’s genes |
| Now is the time, the time to rhyme |
| About how we must unfold and |
| The curse of the snow storm has been |
| Wupped on all lonely men |
| From the men of the land of the mighty whitey men |
| The mighty whitey, the mighty whitey |
| What was I talking about at first? |
| Oh yeah, some nice like the sun rising up and the earth spinning round |
| And the stars in the sky and the flowers on the ground |
| And this spaghetti tastes good in the Rome, Italy |
| And they told me Africa’s right across the street |
| This is a donation from Dr. Madd Vibe on the charity tip |
| Peace now |