Lyrics Frosted Perspeks - Foreign Beggars

Frosted Perspeks

Yo!
I’m feeling trapped like lab rats, scratching on frosted perspex
Ultraviolet lamp on
24/7 never knowing if it’s day or night
Vision of a criminal in the form of a shaman knight
Living life fixed like programmed microbes
Governed by lies who just hide behind their white robes
My mind knows better but we choose to walk the tightrope
Eyes wide open but we’re shadowed by the blindfold
We see the truth unlike those barristers in cheap suits
Who see that we could use these opportunities to reap the loot
Read the newspaper, watch the telly like we’re hypnotised
Less concerned with famine and some ghetto …
Prison life riddled with innocent minds being being victimised
Sodomised little lies result in getting killed with knives
Feeling spite, spill the blood of parents as their children cry
Strange that people choose to lose and live I’d rather win and die
I travelled the world 10 times and all I seen is pain
Come back home to find nothing but my peeps in vain
Feels different even though I know the streets the same
Seeing faces change you know they’re trying to do is beat the game
Travelled the world 10 times and all I seen is pain
Come back home to find nothing but my peeps in vain
Feels different even though I know the streets the same
Seeing faces change you know they’re trying to do is beat the game
Just ‘cos he’s richer, don’t make him a better man
Feel twice as good as everything I have is second hand
Heavy headed bredders get beheaded as I tread the land
Deafening the masses it’s the savage from the Beggar fam
Hate began to swell from the second that this quest began
Every man for himself, it’s death if you don’t understand
Blood and fish shakes, our timid spirits hidden in the sand
Ice caps melting phase one of God’s bigger plan
Who’s it gonna be?
You or me?
Fuck authority
Honestly I don’t give a raas, suck my prophecy
Every damn politician man needs a lobotomy
Heard you wanna take me down gwa!
take a shot at me
My verbal acid burns malice into broken flesh
Standing at the gates of your demise you wish you’d spoken less
The pressure’s getting drastic I’ve seen man groping plastic breasts
Sado-masochists and spastic pets having sex
I’m a … I handle cunts with bats, you lacking punch
Just strangle … Babylon
This lack of understanding baby why we choose to burn our lungs
Step with more precaution from the men who speak in foreign tongues
So hurry down ‘cos memory lane waits in silence
Time for break the chain, shake the dust off your eyelids
A violent way lies afoot, these troubled times
Where the boss men are cowering, cellars made for wines
Steady grind, sitting tight reminiscing 'bout the better days
I’m pretty tired of being a slave to what the letter says
It’s time for change, make way for the truth now
It’s time for you to feel the pain of the youth now
You run your government on somebody’s earnings and
Burn a whole nation for what’s under their burning sands
Turning out propaganda slogans with vermin scams
As far as learning sights our lives are governed by discerning brands
I grab the mic and express thoughts that’s deep
I grab the mic and express thoughts that’s deep
I grab the mic and express thoughts that’s deep
I grab the mic and express thoughts that’s deep
I grab the mic and express thoughts that’s deep
I grab the mic and express thoughts that’s deep
Once again
I grab the mic and express thoughts that’s deep
I grab the mic and express thoughts that’s deep
I grab the mic and express thoughts that’s deep