Flatline
Turning blind eyes
Toward the stark, bleak lights of tomorrow
Justice is blind! Justice is blind!
The only concern here is how to survive today
To get ahead of the game
Scarecrows in the cornfields
With guns in their drawers and hats lowered to cover their ideas
The Children of Now
Pop, Lock, And Drop it
Let the women rock the stilettos
And the men
Throw
The
Dices
To overdose on the high of the hour
To choke on the richness sliding down their throats
In the form of Hipnotiq and Alleze
Cutting off the life supply to our souls
Chop down the lifeline
Flat line on the monitor and make our mothers cry
Close the banks
Hide the money under beds
Apocalyptic lovers
Fumbling in futile attempts
To flip the
Rubbers
Bands in high intensity mode
Drumming away on our ears to make us L I S T E N
Let's play until the sun stops coming up
And our dreams never dwindle down
Tomorrow we could be six feet under
The contents of the hourglass
Forgetting that tomorrow is too late
And today is better then yesterday
Bumpin' the lowriders on Sunday Afternoons on 6th Avenue
Cemented attempts, riddled bullet holes
Into our tombstones
Hip-Hop Nation
Revolutionized
Fathers don't understand the situation so
Pull the plug
Chop down the lifeline
Flat line
Flipping into
Champange glasses
A toast
Raise the glasses and drink up
To us
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