Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Poems 4 Post Modern Decay, artist - Zion I. Date of issue: 18.04.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Poems 4 Post Modern Decay |
| Yeah, Everyday’s a new change, model life strain |
| Microwave the brain, the babies get trained |
| To be good worker bees, you can work for me |
| $ 2.50 a week and you can sleep on the street |
| Economoic malfuction, consume corruption |
| Somethin’s wrong with this picture, ecstacy with liquor |
| Get a stand quicker, wither in the half moon light of my life we lose vigor |
| By 28 we half gone already, cause the liver and the kidney corroding steady |
| Get a doctor with some dope then he snatched confetti |
| Got too many damn bills when my bank is empty |
| (I keep fallin) trippin' I can’t get up |
| I keep fallin, trippin' I gotta get up |
| (I keep fallin) trippin' I can’t get up |
| I keep fallin, trippin' I gotta get up |
| Yeah, OK, Who are the consumers |
| What are you consuming |
| Why are you not filtering the poison they are spooning |
| Where you gunna be when the murder rate starts balooning |
| Comin' to your senses on some who the fuck made you king |
| Fame is a ghostly hope, when every hero is a number to the rotary folk |
| That’s why the low brow plow through a government name |
| You can trace the moniker if you can chase the train |
| I place blame with a grotesque, enemy, bloody idol |
| Leavin' it to the innocent to remedy the cycle |
| My centipedes agree that every pedigree’s entitled to that food, clothes, |
| medicine recipe of the vital |
| I keep fallin' like I’m trippin |
| I keep callin' be my prescription |
| I keep fallin', and I listen |
| I keep callin' for some assistance |
| Yeah, now let the beat guide dreams, I’ve seen my eyes wide |
| Lookin' for a touch of the eternal, scribble in my journal |
| Watch 'em while the world to burn, tryin' to find some serenity with every turn |
| Walk with a maggot brain affiliately over the main gate |
| Quicker than he flickerin' outta pain cave |
| Shitkicker, mini, and busy, in dark-city, wick lit, tryin to make a shark |
| frenzy bark pennies |
| Diabolical times of mass murder, time full of it |
| Speak ease even conversations is nuclear |
| They fear when its a group of us so we roll in packs |
| Space age patriot act, they got your phone tapped cousin |
| What you gon do? |
| Don’t let fightin' this beast make a beast outta' you |
| Sometimes I feel like a monster cleanin my 12 gauge |
| Contemplating if I can murder or not, escape routes, and getaways |
| But the rude awakenin' is man, they lockin' us in cages |
| Tellin' us to abort our babies while they collect sperm donations |
| Attempted depletion of a righteous nation |
| We got a 100 cable stations, but something is what none of 'em are sayin' |
| My eyelids achin' from bein' open so wide, space age genocide |
| They can try but they can’t hide, the fact that there’s hope |
| My history ain’t start on no boat, chained and bound |
| And the beauty is found that we fall, trip, but never hit the ground |