You're Them
This isn't rock and roll
This is my heart and soul
You think I'm hot or cold
I know I'm solid gold
I had a dream for this
You didn't think of it
They know what freedom is
We want a piece of it
Writing bout wisdom in all of my songs
They want some lyrics bout women in thongs
Our cultures gone mad
Where did we go wrong
They always brag bout the drugs that they on
You mean you a fiend
You mean you a junkie
You think that that's cool
I think you a dummy
They self medicated
Uneducated
We're not a nation, we're a corporation
Americas everywhere, changing the youth
Television will not tell us the truth
It's a hypocrisy
We live in poverty
They take our honesty
Make it a mockery
Music, the language, the fashion, the trends
All turns to dollar signs, I blame the government
Anytime anyone starts to get ill
They try to tell us to try a new pill
Till everyone zombies and nobody feels
Forever in debt to our credit card bills
If we cant obey, we go to jail
If we do not pray, we go to hell
With all of their rules, they've got us controlled
The price of your life, will cost you your soul
I want you to know
That this is our time
To brake from the chains
I'll free your mind
Open your eyes
Look at the signs
Something ain't right
They're telling us lies
We want the tight, life
Come on
We want the tight, life
Come on
Tight life
This is my heart and soul
You think I'm hot or cold
I know I'm solid gold
I had a dream for this
You didn't think of it
They know what freedom is
We want a piece of it
Writing bout wisdom in all of my songs
They want some lyrics bout women in thongs
Our cultures gone mad
Where did we go wrong
They always brag bout the drugs that they on
You mean you a fiend
You mean you a junkie
You think that that's cool
I think you a dummy
They self medicated
Uneducated
We're not a nation, we're a corporation
Americas everywhere, changing the youth
Television will not tell us the truth
It's a hypocrisy
We live in poverty
They take our honesty
Make it a mockery
Music, the language, the fashion, the trends
All turns to dollar signs, I blame the government
Anytime anyone starts to get ill
They try to tell us to try a new pill
Till everyone zombies and nobody feels
Forever in debt to our credit card bills
If we cant obey, we go to jail
If we do not pray, we go to hell
With all of their rules, they've got us controlled
The price of your life, will cost you your soul
I want you to know
That this is our time
To brake from the chains
I'll free your mind
Open your eyes
Look at the signs
Something ain't right
They're telling us lies
We want the tight, life
Come on
We want the tight, life
Come on
Tight life
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Writer(s): Dre Dreda
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