Gotta Get Away
We gotta get away
We gotta get away
We gotta get away
We gotta get away
Yo these times are heavy like rhymes
With the bass booming what's looming
Humans to cyborgs we're assuming
Is it ruin or improvement
Losers get the broom swept
Underneath the current of the current wealth movement
Were not sticking around to find out just how it goes
Cuz as history shows yo, we're history bro
Unless our minds become inclined to think critically
The mystery provides epiphany, not that garbage TV
We've been living in silence
In a cold world full of egos and violence
Blow your mind if you don't close your eyelids
Keep your mouth shut or you'll get tied up
In the greatest nation on the planet in god we trust
That's why we need to roll one up
Cuz these politics are trumped
Work your ass off paying taxes
And it's all going towards what, UHH
Negligent with the deficit
It's imperative that you get a grip
They call us heretics
Forget you all it's time to split
We gotta get away
We gotta get away
We gotta get away
We gotta get away
Get up off of this island
Don't need to be ballin or stylin
We're willin to put in the mileage
In order to spread health and knowledge
We gotta be open and honest
Before were products of false promise
Step away from the violence
Abuse will not die in silence
The powers that be can't see past money
So corruption is abundant
From the CIA to the ADA
They sell lies to the public
Fight for our lives cuz we love it
More polished than our government
Don't you know it's not about the cream
Yeah we're always gonna rise above it
We gotta get out cuz they're feeding us trash
Turns out the food pyramid was bad
We wanted to believe we were in good hands
Til we started to understand
The FDA has the food and the pharma suits hold hands
So thats supply and demand
Get a big stomach band
A bottle of Xan
Spend a couple grand
Fixing what a good meal can
First they tell you that you're free
And make sure you get the message
But when you're counting up your loot
They make sure they get their percentage
Uncle Sam sends our bravest out to
Dig up their own graves
With our money thats our message
Now do you feel you're respected
We gotta get away
We gotta get away
We gotta get away
We gotta get away
We gotta get away
We gotta get away
We gotta get away
We gotta get away
We gotta get away
We gotta get away
We gotta get away
Yo these times are heavy like rhymes
With the bass booming what's looming
Humans to cyborgs we're assuming
Is it ruin or improvement
Losers get the broom swept
Underneath the current of the current wealth movement
Were not sticking around to find out just how it goes
Cuz as history shows yo, we're history bro
Unless our minds become inclined to think critically
The mystery provides epiphany, not that garbage TV
We've been living in silence
In a cold world full of egos and violence
Blow your mind if you don't close your eyelids
Keep your mouth shut or you'll get tied up
In the greatest nation on the planet in god we trust
That's why we need to roll one up
Cuz these politics are trumped
Work your ass off paying taxes
And it's all going towards what, UHH
Negligent with the deficit
It's imperative that you get a grip
They call us heretics
Forget you all it's time to split
We gotta get away
We gotta get away
We gotta get away
We gotta get away
Get up off of this island
Don't need to be ballin or stylin
We're willin to put in the mileage
In order to spread health and knowledge
We gotta be open and honest
Before were products of false promise
Step away from the violence
Abuse will not die in silence
The powers that be can't see past money
So corruption is abundant
From the CIA to the ADA
They sell lies to the public
Fight for our lives cuz we love it
More polished than our government
Don't you know it's not about the cream
Yeah we're always gonna rise above it
We gotta get out cuz they're feeding us trash
Turns out the food pyramid was bad
We wanted to believe we were in good hands
Til we started to understand
The FDA has the food and the pharma suits hold hands
So thats supply and demand
Get a big stomach band
A bottle of Xan
Spend a couple grand
Fixing what a good meal can
First they tell you that you're free
And make sure you get the message
But when you're counting up your loot
They make sure they get their percentage
Uncle Sam sends our bravest out to
Dig up their own graves
With our money thats our message
Now do you feel you're respected
We gotta get away
We gotta get away
We gotta get away
We gotta get away
We gotta get away
We gotta get away
We gotta get away
We gotta get away
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Writer(s): Daniel Perez
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