The Bitter Truth

Verse 1:
This tomorrow rhyme
Geniuses die young so I'm on borrowed time
I aspired to be what I see all the time ending up in
Tragedy feeling like I lost my mind
And this is what you call Savant
He who lives in the future but in the present dying
Here's a speech on the future that they will never mind
It's hard to teach you the future I feel like never mind
I have a never mind
Which means there will be many clever minds, yet
They are never mine
I invent divine phrases with lexicon, expressive mind
On a page they have yet to sign
You think Dr. West was lyin' 'bout the epic lines?
What I invest in rhyme 'bout to start a renaissance
Though the devil tries poisoning the rebel's eyes
If he succeeds I will see through the third one
The holy iris given by the bird
From the true holy writing Christendom was birthed from
Be iLLUMINATED don't buy religion, African-ism I give 'em
Not Zionism
Jesus is, the Bible isn't, the Bible is indoctrination
For politicians, listen

Verse 2:
Hip-Hop is no different it started with the rhythm
Children of the ghetto who fought against the system
What at a point used to be the artisans of wisdom
Turned school of greed to teach hell's curriculum
Brrr trick 'em ha ha ha trick 'em
Herds drifting, watch the plot thicken
If the food in this room's too humid get out the
Kitchen
Rappers lie to pacify for me that ain't the
Mission
These rappers afraid of Viacom they in submission
I won't be afraid of Babylon 'cause God has risen
Rather be a child of truth with a modest living
Than to teach lies to youth for a lot of riches
Sisters you are queens and no longer b*tches
Sisters you are queens and no longer b*tches
Sisters you are queens and no longer b*tches
I repeat you are queens now may you be lifted
I am the shift that got your consciousness shifted
You are not slaves from Elmina who was shipped in
You can be different, but you must be born again
The ancestors' wisdom has to be taught again

Verse 3:
The industry don't worship the devil they worship the
Dollar
But the worship of the dollar is the worship of power
Morality devoured in this business of cowards
You prayed for Napster to come yet you scared of
The tower
The tower has fallen, the tower has fallen, no more Tower
Records, the power is yours then
The universe gave the music to the artist the hardest
Part is not planting the seed, but the harvest
So I ask Horus, how do I iLLUMINATE?
How do I chose to bring love where they chose to hate
How do I not get lost in this confusing place
Surrounded by beasts who least seek to use their brains?
Hypnotized by a strobe light, and fire works put
Shackles on they souls right? Right
This the other side of duality, spirituality, lyrics
You follow me?

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