Don't Listen to Me
I'm not delusional,
This most likely is your first experience with me.
Greetings, my name is Propaganda.
I wrote my first rap in '93.
Simply put:
Fire baptized battle rapper who's heavily
Influenced By folk music and found
Creative freedom in poetry.
Combo is strange, I know,
But let this one bake your noodle.
I'm the son of a black panther,
With a Mexican spouse,
And Caucasian best friends.
And my writing tone, now,
Is not one that offers you a neat little bow
to tie all of your little problems up with.
I learned enough to know that
I don't know that much.
I know God became a man to save us
And we still can't explain pyramids.
I know ancient Mayans and Egyptian
Astronomers had a far greater
Understanding of outerspace than we do.
I know Acadamia is so drunk on
Arrogance and racism;
That they would rather credit these
Accomplishments to aliens than to admit
That we are not the smartest
Civilization to ever live.
I know I really love my wife,
My daughter, and mangos.
And for some reason folks find it illogical
To think that a perfectly designed
Universe screams of a designer.
I know sarcasm is really the only time
People tell the truth.
I know Cheelay Kelay is an in and
Out that will be served in heaven.
I know it's a much better decision to shut
Your mouth when you don't know what
You're talking about than to validate
What everybody already thinks of you.
I know c.theory very well,
I have a degree in illustration and
Intercultural studies,
And a teaching credential,
Yet I rap for a living, let that sink in.
Apparently I don't know that much.
I just know the Gospel and good hip hop.
I'm a pretty simple dude,
All I got is my all
And I promise to give you that.
You don't lower standards,
Lower the culture.
The Roman Empire was destroyed because of
Lower standards and world decay.
You know they fed each other to
Lions for entertainment.
Humans, when left to their own devices
Seem to be hopelessly selfish
And bent on their own destruction.
It seems that unless a power greater
Than us captures our hearts,
Nothing will change that trejectory.
Wealth, knowledge, success, seems to
Only feed the beast;
But don't listen to me,
we just met,
What do I know?
This most likely is your first experience with me.
Greetings, my name is Propaganda.
I wrote my first rap in '93.
Simply put:
Fire baptized battle rapper who's heavily
Influenced By folk music and found
Creative freedom in poetry.
Combo is strange, I know,
But let this one bake your noodle.
I'm the son of a black panther,
With a Mexican spouse,
And Caucasian best friends.
And my writing tone, now,
Is not one that offers you a neat little bow
to tie all of your little problems up with.
I learned enough to know that
I don't know that much.
I know God became a man to save us
And we still can't explain pyramids.
I know ancient Mayans and Egyptian
Astronomers had a far greater
Understanding of outerspace than we do.
I know Acadamia is so drunk on
Arrogance and racism;
That they would rather credit these
Accomplishments to aliens than to admit
That we are not the smartest
Civilization to ever live.
I know I really love my wife,
My daughter, and mangos.
And for some reason folks find it illogical
To think that a perfectly designed
Universe screams of a designer.
I know sarcasm is really the only time
People tell the truth.
I know Cheelay Kelay is an in and
Out that will be served in heaven.
I know it's a much better decision to shut
Your mouth when you don't know what
You're talking about than to validate
What everybody already thinks of you.
I know c.theory very well,
I have a degree in illustration and
Intercultural studies,
And a teaching credential,
Yet I rap for a living, let that sink in.
Apparently I don't know that much.
I just know the Gospel and good hip hop.
I'm a pretty simple dude,
All I got is my all
And I promise to give you that.
You don't lower standards,
Lower the culture.
The Roman Empire was destroyed because of
Lower standards and world decay.
You know they fed each other to
Lions for entertainment.
Humans, when left to their own devices
Seem to be hopelessly selfish
And bent on their own destruction.
It seems that unless a power greater
Than us captures our hearts,
Nothing will change that trejectory.
Wealth, knowledge, success, seems to
Only feed the beast;
But don't listen to me,
we just met,
What do I know?
Credits
Writer(s): Jason Emmanuel Petty, Courtland Urbano, Thomas Joseph Terry, Bryan L. Winchester
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