The Reasoning
Son you won't believe
I'm that airtime that moves from negative to positive
No network dont wants me
Too many people are being freed
From the credit matrix
As the need feeds greed
Their favorite street tricks
Mixed with the illusion of confusion
To persue the lies of television
The vision of followers following followers
There's no leaders,
But believer of no true belief
With answers that bring no relief
Breeding a nation with too many ignorant chiefs
With too much info in the brain
But not enough minerals in the vain
How are our children to survive
While our nation is engulfed alive.
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