dispairity in new era

[Mr. O]

Dreamin' is nothing but those who believe their clothes be gleamin',
money taken by the greed to slay those who be grieven;
In this era, we live in media terror,
destroyin with fears so that we worship our own errors.
I wonder if someone cares to bare our dispair,
as this world waits for us to shed blood of tear.
Lord knows that world anticipated to be hated,
as we think small like decimal, we will be decimated.
As I step back from the world I can see our identity,
suffering wickedness to find peace, but it's vanity.
Money enslaves us all in this time of modern slavery,
changing the way we act, degrading like celebrities.
I'm afraid this world is leading by being erratic,
like bullets shooting aimlessly from my automatic.


life, dream, and dispairity,
in this whole new era, I need some clearity,
life, dream, and despairity,
brothas and sistas, please come back to reality


I dream the world losing themselves being diffident,
the value of society fallen to the poverty we live in.
As we been given this world of false hope and attitude,
like Charles Manson, murderin' ourselves with lack of rectitude.
It saddens me to see a brotha who studda like a motherfucka in the street,
education was something he never knew, as people called him unique.
hustling crack and weed was the language he speak,
but soon was imprison by his own self-defeat.
I wonder how the media had the guts to denounce us,
kickin' hardworkers and hopless ones to the endless dust.
Living these imaginary life, it's a suicide,
it's hard to live through something we don't comply.
With the empty feeling of working like zombies,
I hope to God to take me away as I already found my peace.

life, dream, and dispairity,
in this whole new era, I need some clearity,
life, dream, and dispairity,
brothas and sistas, please come back to reality

[MANBEARPIG.]

you are a poor speller.

[Mr. O]

you are a poor speller.

yeah...who gives a fuck

[QuietTruth]

Great drop, for real.