Immortal Technique - Never Know Why lyrics

[Deacon] Put her out in the cold, didn't want her close to he 'Cause his granddaughters different than she suppose to be Diluted her genes, its stopped the music it seemed That they'd only seen polluted stream, and that wasn't clean Said he could almost no longer stand the breath From this pure horror, more worse than Amittyville So what's next? Don't answer me yield. (yup) This is a normal occurance, not something randomly real Ain't even allowed visits ove a child's pigment His in-crowd ignant, a situation "wow!" isn't it? Hard times, baby daddy grinds to support His mother and a few other friends privately in her fort For short stays, ya know? but more aid was needed Baby is like a year and a half now and speaking More than I can say about that man with his child They can't even come face to face and share smiles Raining pure pain on her life by staying distant Like she spawned a f**ing anti-christ or a satan infant Blatent mentions about family blood won't leave Love's her deeply, but evil sends it's opposite feed "old fashioned" Too ever set in his ways to ever relate If he could just set it aside, there'd be heaven to pay Then, weathered and aged time swept him to grave Love conquers all? sh**. I'd say that areas grey Old fashioned people they never know why (2X) Old fashioned [Deacon] Most don't even know why they believe what they believe, man Never taking a second to look at life Bad water in our seeds, y'all, still growing weeds, dawg In the dark, walls blocking all that light Most don't even know why they believe what they believe, man Never taking a second to look at life Bad water in our seeds, y'all, still growing weeds, dawg In the dark [Immortal Technique] Looking at life in retrospect it's hard to regret Stuck in your ways cause hatred is hard to forget n***as talk all religious trying to barter with d**h Parts of the flesh wrinkle up while you start to reflect And even though nobodies life is ever perfect You start to wonder if all the pain was really worth is Pondering the purpose of living, the curse that was given Dreaming about freedom and escaping the prison People who pimp children are really raping religion The matrix is fiction placed in a vision But now the technology follows me solemnly Building the future laws toward my philosophy Alzheimer's cutting through like a lobotomy Not even the golden arthritis of king Midas Could buy comfort and peace for the righteous I survived disease and political crisis By backstabbing those that are now lifeless And now i live vicariously through my kids Like people who love the sport, but can't play for sh** Fighting glaucoma, front the cops taking a hit I slip into a coma, roaming over the planet Leaving the gold and the granite, the old and the famished But just before I vanish as I think I'm at the end The sun becomes the light of my birth and I live again