It happened again.
The same brain game.
Where the words come out,
but only in disdain.
Its as low as watching porn in public,
the prime time news.
Hundred thousand views,
mocking don'ts and do's.
Will there be a day,
when black be as good as gold?
Ink for the face or Money for the race,
the color spent or sold.
It happened again.
The same brain game.
Where the words come out,
but only in disdain.
Humor for minorities,
sure and shallow securities,
These four walls of vanity,
are leaking your atrocities.
I picture myself as a prisoner of war killing an ant,
Guess it's not a good feeling to have or understand.
It happened again.
The same brain game.
Where the words come out,
but only in disdain.
Idea of a new sun is dark and deep, its sad and its steep. They laugh when you remember the promises to keep. Ban her or ban the man, the power lies with you. You lie to a billion people, yet the power lies with you. It happened again. The same brain game. Where the words come out, but only in disdain.
That actor who acts, goes obscene with facts, The agenda is you, sir. I speak as I pay my tax. I'm not with them and I'm not with you, It's just funny, that your face perfectly fits my shoe.
It happened again. The same brain game. Where the words come out, but only in disdain.