Lyrics Slo-Speed - Foreign Beggars

Slo-Speed

Welcome to reality sometimes it’s hard
Migrating to a higher form of consequence
We live in the days of wars waged on different plains
African kids in shanty towns ridden with AIDS
Surviving off government hand-me-downs but still get erased
‘Cause money’s more valued than life using the system in place
There weren’t no U.N. resolution when they took Saddam
In favelas in Brazil kids are wielding arms
Innocent fingers rest on triggers, facing soldiers armed
Politicians feed their hunger when they close the farms
Street dealers sell the coke ‘cause they don’t wanna starve
Until they see a best friend overdose on it hard
Go for a job, get fired, end up broke and go rob
I’ve seen mother’s bury their youths and openly sob
The tsunami’s brought a new meaning to Boxing Day
No coffins just dead bodies swept off in a wave
Apocalypse looms, if change is coming it’s gotta be soon
But they’d probably try to find a way to profit off doom
We’re trying to speak to a nation of people who don’t heed
The future’s a state of pure evil with no peace
The truth is we need to use reason to slo-speed
But all we ever do is sit back and smoke weed
Gas masks, civilians, militants looking scared now
Let’s tear down Babylon, carrion fills the fairground
I swear down, the far sound of sirens serve as lullabies
While brothers lie nestled in gutter while their mothers cry
‘Judas' - More times we find the fight useless
We’re left with no choice, we riot because the shoe fits
It’s you and I, looking at each other like it’s do or die
Blood I’m on the verge with all my senses bordering suicide
It’s 2005, Devil’s got a breath of his own
And he’s known to switch up face to leave his presence unknown
He’ll swing a racist axe to slay a black so check where you roam
Happy slap ‘til you’re handicapped, It’s fresh on his phone
It’s not the devil it’s the evil in us, the greed and lust
Beliefs and such that fill us with a need to crush
And we vote for governments that love deceiving us
‘Cause our solution to the problem is getting weeded up
I walk these streets like a storm-trooper risen from the grave
Eyes glazed over, I’m tired of living like a slave
My mind craves a safe place but ‘til then it’s pure warfare
My thoughts bear the burning of my forefather’s torment
My youth spent cussing out all things complacent
I walk with an image of honesty in my face
It’s the one, the most furtively, suffer even the faintest glimpse
Of hope fades away as our freedom does — it’s tainted
With the blood of our brothers, yes, we’re living on pure greed
I’m’a keep spitting, hit existence at full speed
I’m’a keep spitting ‘til this vision of truth gleams through
Children who be giving their future to
Free?
There’s no plans, there’s no damn conspiracy
Religions, sects, governments and bank that tax communities
Capitalist faculties subsist off cash of you and me
The only way to speak the language of affluence is fluently
We living in them days of the man made ways where…
I toke on the resin, blow the smoke into the heavens
(Orafice Vulgatron: Spliff burning 'til we turn into sick hermits)
We living in them days of the man made ways where…
(Orafice Vulgatron: Nowadays hip-hop…)
I toke on the resin, blow the smoke into the heavens
Times is hard…