Tungsten Babalawo
Tryin' to make sense of the madness which plagues our time
Through be grateful, that we were chosen to fight
I recognize the throne is the mind
More valuable than Diamond mines
Or Coltan mines
Or Tungsten mines
Why you think they kill to find, minerals like those for a quick of load in time?
Mass consciousness and hysteria One's and O's ain't a lie
Babalawo with the coal from the shells he divine
They throw coins and sticks for the broken, unbroken line
Our chins stay in place in the ongoing motion
And ocean of science
Who brought the opium in?
Babalawo for a simple flask of the gin
It was them who lack the mental space to align with natural space and time
First, they pose as a friend now they closing us in
While we stare at the screens they supply growing dim
Growing dim, growing dim, growing dim
Tryin' to make sense of the madness which plagues our time
You be grateful, that we were chosen to fight
Unmechanized the soul is divine
More opulent than Rolex time
The soul is blind
Why you think they stole us trying to redefine what's civilized?
Training eyes of the lord to seek foolish prize
Lash on our backs kinda act with what lives inside
For we let love be the guide
Torn apart by fear driven pride
But our ear don't lie
And our rhythm is fly like a bird with an egg in her feet
I provide the reflection and triumph and message you speak
When you bump into me in the street with a smile
'Cause police think we all bums and theives on the creek
Now the soul can't believe
I'll send coke for you
Kinda dope, bitter sweet rather deep you should peek
History, history, history, history
Tryin' to make sense of the madness which plagues our time
Through be grateful, that we were chosen to fight
Tryin' to make sense of the madness which plagues our time
Through be grateful, that we were chosen to fight
So this what we dealing with, we not dealing with a circumstancial consequence of history
You know I mean
The environment that we embedded in
Puts us in a situation where we feel we have to manuevere and play the game and and water our message down
You know I mean
But no, what happened was they intentionally shifted the paradigm to get us exactly where we are right now
Right now we are feet in the prison industrial complex, right now
Our kids are going to prison because they're promoting these records
They're promoting this records...
Through be grateful, that we were chosen to fight
I recognize the throne is the mind
More valuable than Diamond mines
Or Coltan mines
Or Tungsten mines
Why you think they kill to find, minerals like those for a quick of load in time?
Mass consciousness and hysteria One's and O's ain't a lie
Babalawo with the coal from the shells he divine
They throw coins and sticks for the broken, unbroken line
Our chins stay in place in the ongoing motion
And ocean of science
Who brought the opium in?
Babalawo for a simple flask of the gin
It was them who lack the mental space to align with natural space and time
First, they pose as a friend now they closing us in
While we stare at the screens they supply growing dim
Growing dim, growing dim, growing dim
Tryin' to make sense of the madness which plagues our time
You be grateful, that we were chosen to fight
Unmechanized the soul is divine
More opulent than Rolex time
The soul is blind
Why you think they stole us trying to redefine what's civilized?
Training eyes of the lord to seek foolish prize
Lash on our backs kinda act with what lives inside
For we let love be the guide
Torn apart by fear driven pride
But our ear don't lie
And our rhythm is fly like a bird with an egg in her feet
I provide the reflection and triumph and message you speak
When you bump into me in the street with a smile
'Cause police think we all bums and theives on the creek
Now the soul can't believe
I'll send coke for you
Kinda dope, bitter sweet rather deep you should peek
History, history, history, history
Tryin' to make sense of the madness which plagues our time
Through be grateful, that we were chosen to fight
Tryin' to make sense of the madness which plagues our time
Through be grateful, that we were chosen to fight
So this what we dealing with, we not dealing with a circumstancial consequence of history
You know I mean
The environment that we embedded in
Puts us in a situation where we feel we have to manuevere and play the game and and water our message down
You know I mean
But no, what happened was they intentionally shifted the paradigm to get us exactly where we are right now
Right now we are feet in the prison industrial complex, right now
Our kids are going to prison because they're promoting these records
They're promoting this records...
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Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Georgia Muldrow
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