Brazen - These Days lyrics

The beat drop - i grip it like zip lock At the practice range i spit Glocks in case the militia Gotta step up to displace the police force I'm bipolar; call me see-saw Rise then i free fall - high; its like i'm riding an eagle But my eye lids low; its like they crawl on the seafloor The all seeing eye's in my peephole And the government is lovin genocidin a people On the sneak yo, we got our own darfur right here Thats my word. like i coined it But f** coins, the fed's poisonous Can't list all the ways they're destroying us So f** it, split up a dutch, stuff it, roll it, lick it, light it, and puff it There's nothin as smooth as moon wit percussion I bust it like breasts with messages for the public Like PSAs like "please say ney to the club hits f** a government, buck a bilderberg with a musket" [Chorus] In a land where the cops are robbers And they itch like fiends to pop us Anything to impede our progress Living in these days man In a land where the politicians Didn't hesitate to give us syphillis Anything to increase their riches Living in these days man I must be another being. i had another dream Black men chantin where klansmen hung from trees Swing in breeze, it stuck wit me Awaken and then bake cause it's far from what you see In the streets. f** them picaninny n***as and shuffling feets I vent and get in touch with the beat I want to retrogress like its vintage Arm up with a clinched fist - just like a monkey paw's fifth wish Inhale, sprinkle the air with the spliff's piff But meditation won't change the legislation We lost control and we're letting satan Shorty's head was braided Double dutching - let a stray hit her and catch her brain and For a moment she levitated Days darker than the red she laid in - eleven maybe Twelve, and you tryin to tell me that this ain't a hell we stay in? But we aim the wrong way, send shells to the ones who made it [Chorus] In a land where this "white vs. black" sh** Is divide and conquer tactics See, reality is all theatrics Living in these days man In a land where the media's owned by Three white guys each with their own lies Can't even believe what we see with our own eyes Living in these days man They tried to hide, but I found 'em They're underground and enshrouded Behind a cloud of Propaganda and keeping us cowards A f**ed up media balance, fluoride in fountains And their power's all-reaching so there's no where to seek an asylum Unless its the mountains with tibetans and learning the lessons Or with the aztecs in the jungles and burning the sess, so I murder each session with a verbalist's weapon Its all a regression Back to the ancestors blessings My project may address all of common's questions And jada's while i'm at it on a song with cedric Trust me, that'd be a head trip Somethin like "fear and loathing in vegas" Please, your whole crew's the fakest Your p**y posse is pa**e don't say sh** Get back to the basics If you ask me these days, kid - rap need a face lift I'm the surgeon and my mic is the scalpel to save it [Chorus] In a land where the superficial Is exalted over substance and soul Project paper clip, the sh**'s official Living in these days man In a land where it's all designed to Distract and control your mind too Moon's here to help us rise and climb through Living in these days man