Babylon

[Verse 1: Blueprint]

A seed from Babylon, the caged bird sings the saddest song

Packs of wild dogs run around, bury bones

Police teams terrorize the streets and carry arms

As ill as it seem, nobody blink ‘cause that’s the norm

Stress is a heavy load, hard-pressed to carry on

Despite, we fight against heavy odds like Larry Holmes

Temptation’s a chameleon with many forms

He’s motivated ‘cause his will to win’s very strong

Send gunslingers, gangbangers, hangers-on

Taken under by the very blocks they’re standing on

Seen veterans haunted by what they seen in war

Never dreamt of being poor, now their people we ignore

Another pacifist hoping that it catches on

Give back, pay it forward, just pass it on

Walked in the line of fire, run into a danger zone

With plenty God in him like the track that I’m rapping on

While you’re on a song bragging ‘bout the baddest [?]

Somebody else need shelter, wishing they had a home

It’s real funny style what we base our status on

Never knowing what you have until what you have is gone

[Verse 2: Illogic]

Middle class massacre, fleece the public pocket

Freedom cost your soul, what a dignity deposit

Pantomime to pacify the spin cycle

I stay boxed out on the outskirts ‘cause outbursts incriminate

Fascinate the overzealous orthodoxy

Hypocritical handshakes from smiling kamikazes

Crashland in bandwagons

Facilitating foundations for grandstanding

I chuckle at the mediocre grandeur delusion

While you’re handing down genes of this brand of confusion

Pop culture pedophiles, fondlers of legacy

Voluntarily masochism devalues our pedigree

I wanna shatter the television mirror

Then Windex the soul’s windows, the television clearer

An uphill battle, but it’s still worth the scars

And your travel’s adversity helps reveal who you are

Terrified of the puddle’s reflection of pain

Walking on the sun but drowned in a flooded insane

They encourage you to go along the grain

But you keep losing individual ’til Borg is your name

Grass-is-greener mind states, scarecrow-brain-mass

Intimacy issues with the clarity of stained glass

This is what we have become and we embrace it, take it straight

Don’t chase it, face it then change it