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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