Tyrone Briggs - The Message

Kennedy never made it to see the podium
And he's a leader, imagine what they gon' do to us
This way, I strive to becomin' the world's historians
Coincidentally, our school's hit with budget cuts
In God we trust a misinterpretation
Raised in the place where there's no more to be [?]
Power ever [?], got us mentally enslaved
And you call that live, I call it figment of imagination
Televisional lead as we believe in
The reason we [?] without a reason
Gas prices goin' up, ain't no coincidence
The president's a puppet and government's a ventriloquist
Every year, it's gettin' harder to survive
I see a different world lookin' in my son's eyes
I wanna leave him well, by the time a brother dies
Even though I be worth more when I'm not alive, but why?

(Live is dying out) But why?
(Where all the children born in faith)
(Live is dying out)
(Where all the children born in faith)

Malcom X assassinated at the podium
And he's a leader, imagine what they gon' do to us
Martin Luther had a dream at the podium
My only dream is to answer all the cover ups
We just cells livin' in the world's organism
Grew to be cancer after we was born as victims
Say my country's a trap, I need to live and learn
How to get up out the safety zone like a [?]
Thinkin' with hood mentality
Smoke a lot of weed to escape my reality
Everything is convenient that's surroundin' me
Shoppin' mall full, liquor stores, I ain't gotta leave
I'm servin' all the chaos occured in a few blocks
Think about the [?] 2Pac
And if he was alive, they'd see how stupid dude's got
See it far as as blacks came far from slavery to presidents
But it's still goin' crazy in my residence
Baby still havin' babies in my residence
Still movin'— like it's the 80s in my residence
Fightin' for colors instead of healthcare
Got women content with bein' on welfare
Feelin' like I'm in Hell here
You wanna make it out, you gotta do it yourself here
Yourself here
(Live is dying out)
(Where all the children born in faith)
(Live is dying out)
(Where all the children born in faith)

It's more than one way to skin a cat, kill a rat
Get a dog to look front, but [?] his back
But there's only one way to kill a lion without dyin'
Fight him face to face, now how real is that?
Welcome to the jungle with gorilla traps
The wolves hunts and they stealin' packs
The devil hissin', know you hearin' that
Move first, die first, know how clear is that?
Death come easy and we know so we ain't fearin' that
The venom from the snake make illusions
Wet dreams, smoke screens, and dillusions
Hot and runnin', cover ups and confusions
Night of the livin' dead, on the movement
Bein' controlled by what you like and love
Lose track of your God when he right above
The price of life is so expensive
So many people don't know the price of hugs
Now it's all bliss and glitz and glamour, glamour
Big screen, wide-screen, large, panorama
Global takeover with filth, it's a cancer
Shake hands with the wrong man, the hand'll damn ya
Both of y'all fall to the potent gland
Of the man
And shake [?] Sam, yeah
We all fall to the potent gland of the man
And shake with Sam, yeah, Sam
(Live is dying out)
(Where all the children born in faith) Uh

The message, sent to the youth at home neglected
[?] they follow you at home, expected
When I tell 'em the truth at home, excepted
If they don't follow rules at home, the message
Sent to the youth at home neglected
If they don't follow rules at home, expected
When I tell 'em the truth at home, excepted
Excepted, excepted

(Live is dying out)
(Where all the children born in faith)
(Live is dying out)
(Where all the children born in faith)