HYDRA

WELL THIS IS ONLY SPECULATION
BUT THE WORLD MIGHT BURN AWAY ANY MINUTE
I’VE FAILED TO SEPARATE THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN FACT AND WHAT’S FICTION
WHERE IS MY MIND?
YOU ALL ARE PUPPETS THAT THE GOVERNMENT HOLDS IMPRISONED
YOU CANT MOVE ON UNLESS YOU PAY THE OFFICIALS
JUST LET IT GO
WE’LL SOON DISSOLVE INTO THE EARTH LIKE THE REST OF EM’
GIVING SPACE TO THE PESTILENCE
IF WE FIGHT THE INFECTION
IT STAYS THE SAME
WE LOOK TO GOD BUT ALL WE’RE LEFT WITH IS NEGLIGENCE
RELIGION SITS ON A PEDESTAL
IGNORING THE PEASANTS CREATED FROM DEVILS THAT DONT EXIST
SO WHERE IS THE LIGHT?
IT’S INTENTIONS ARE EVIL
AND NOW MY PEOPLE SEE THROUGH YOUR LIES
MANE TIMES’ A WASTIN’
INCLINATION TENDS TO BURY THE HOPE
I’VE BEEN CRAVING
I THINK I’M BOUND TO DRIVE YOUR BRAIN TO THE PAVEMENT
AND MUSCLE ON
THIS IS THE ZONE IT’S DOG EAT DOG
THEN YOUR GONE WITH THE SEASONS
THE TASTE OF WAR I FIND IT SWEETER
WHEN POWERED BY LETHAL FORCES
IT’S IMPORTANT TO REMAIN IN YOUR CIRCLE
STAY IN YOUR LANE AND TRAVEL CLOSE TO SAVE YOUR MORALS AND PURPOSE
SO SHADE THE CURTAINS
CHANGE TO PRIVATE WHEN COMMITTING THESE CRIMES OF HATRED
THE RACIST MAN HE CANT BE STOPPED
HE’S RELEASING HIS ANGER
THATS WHAT YOU GET WHEN YOU REQUEST FOR A LIFE OF FREEDOM
PICK UP THE PIECES
MAYBE THEN YOU CAN TRY RELIEF
BUT SO IT SEEMS AINT EVERYBODY FEELIN’ FINE TODAY
AND THAT’S TOO BAD
I SUGGEST YOU NUT UP AND GET IN YOUR PLACE
DON’T FEED THE PRESSURE
BE PREPARED FOR WHEN THE END IT COMES
YOU’D GET SURPRISED BY WHAT WOULD HAPPEN WHEN WE FACE THE STRUGGLE
BAKER

Won’t let me live
They will never just leave me be
All the shit I see in mainstream makes me sick
And not wanna be apart of this planet no more
If intelligence is out there then they laugh at us like fools
There’s no point to even compare
Empty lies from our leaders start the crumble of a nation
Trust is now a question as the government keeps wasting
All our hard made money in some fight we have no place in
Need to bring it back on home and get that money in circulation
But Look closer still we have a lot to learn in our species as a whole
Tensions building everyday as opinions start to grow
Everyone now has a voice and they all wanna make it know
Stirring shit within the pit and trying to spite our own
They say there’s hope for my future if I just bow to Uncle Sam
Why do I need your permission to make money in this land
Take a cut of what we make and just pretend that nothing wrong
Tell me face the music kid you better obey and move along
Something ain’t right if I’m going hungry at night
All these bills they keep stacking up and the presser is gettin tight on
My mind it feeling like a punching bag to these suits
Demoralizing the subject just to mold them to their views
Fear the master of puppets that holds the strings they suffocate
Cut me free so I can leave
I take no part in what they make
Try to paint a perfect picture of this planet we call home but all I see in our people is just a bunch of selfish drones