Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Over Expose, artist - One Self.
Date of issue: 16.06.1994
Song language: English
Over Expose |
If you chose not to over expose |
You would know that TV freezes souls |
If you chose not to rip off them clothes |
You would know life is not like those videos |
I reflect upon this time, when you and I have crossed the line |
Not knowing the power of the mind, is far greater than a cute behind |
When the musically inclined, no longer educate young minds |
They lack of spine, and undermine the feeling to intertwine |
That’s why queens act like hoes, in overexposed clothes |
Forgot their sense of self awareness like those in videos |
How come your little sister knows, how to shake hers fast? |
You find it disappointing, she does not know at what she laughs |
Measure the path, see how many now erode their own progress |
Each generation emerges with less worth from their birth to regress |
When it goes away, it returns, this expose of the human flesh |
Each time is worse than at first, with even more willing to digest |
Infiltration of my community by way of breaking down the youth |
Whether or not they are young at heart, still that remains no excuse |
So, now we’re blinded or do we choose to no longer see? |
The beautiful rare flower that grew from my concrete |
If you chose not to over expose |
You would know that TV freezes souls |
If you chose not to rip off them clothes |
You would know life is not like those videos |
Mentally and physically |
Essentially it’s meant to be |
Prophetically evidently, faith strengthening |
Me and my friends see the trends and ignore |
The almighty corporate whore |
The more the merrier the more |
Gives way as the fabric is ripped and torn |
Entertainment Television is it more? |
Than just hardcore porn? |
Keeping up with the masses by, selling my women’s nakedness, oh why |
The fact is, they don’t need vision of my, flesh to find me attractive, right |
As an actress on some dirty mattress each day her worth is cheaper |
She takes pride in the genocide while the children grow weaker |
Blasting through the speakers, my words just got deeper |
Blasting through the speakers, your words just got weaker |
So find the fight against each other in publicised places |
Blows that flow back and forth that verbally show self-hatred |
Debate is a lost cause it continually seems |
When hiphop videos contain of only one fully dressed MC |
And then Tits ass tits ass tits ass all over the TV screen |
And I can NO longer see |
The flower that grew from my concrete |