Nacirema - Brockton lyrics

[Verse 1: Nacirema] Every girl wants a man who can handle her Control her Tame her You ain't no zoo animal Set yourself free I'm only fifteen Time to let Brockton free A new world can be seen In my eyes I see reality Where did the old days go When a cop was a hero Not a racist Or a segregationist When 2Pac died he pa**ed his message to me Let the world live in harmony Fight to defend Do not instigate Be the fisher not the bait Am I good or bad, it'll depend On who I'm talking to At certain times it feels like I hold the entire world on my shoulder Feels like a painful boulder I don't care about the pain Everyone wants to wail on me The tears burn like acid rain Doesn't matter if you like men or women, gender is a label You can have your own fantasy or fable It doesn't matter what you brought to the table Whether you're a kid from the Sour Patch Or a man on the fruity side mixed with the red Mike & Ike No one should use demeaning terms like f*g or dike Watched my own uncle flat line without a spike I'm supposed to never show fear cause I'm a man But on the inside I can see my heart and mind on the run Like they're Piglet My stomach lives in a hole in the ground with a Diglet I'm supposed to be the oldest in the litter Supposed to hold my composure and set all the examples Watch after them better than Vicky the Babysitter I have to dish out wisdom in proportional samples Reminisce back to the days when the world was a magical sphere When we were all happy to be here The time when we didn't know that people could just up and disappear No we are all so controlled by Society, the masked puppeteer Feel the icy cold sweat of dread at your neck No one dares to turn around Sometimes accidents happen, that man next door just lost his retirement check He was at the bank then a masked man yelled "Hit the deck" Once the fuzz came he heard the bullets fly and the guns drop He continued to lie down In this human hunting ground At the bullets' sound Until Joe Kenda told him he can get off the ground Late that night he had an emotionally charged mental breakdown [Verse 2: Nacirema] In this day in age People use "gay" as an insult in rage In the midst of flame wars online No one sees the struggling souls that lie saying "I'm fine" The are the best chameleons on this planet Better than any political candidate The entire world is against this army Getting that depressed text at three am saying "Harm me" Over thirty-one million strong Fathers against they're own sons, daughters against they mothers Sister versus sister, brother against brother Families should be bonded by hand Not ripped by the seams A perfect family is in our dreams The Jetsons, Flinstones, Griffins have situations that are grand You can't rebu*tals a fact The conspiracy theory is flawed from the start Started from the bottom now I'm here, fact Watch the 5-0 take a life By a man they claim had a knife Poor Mr. Johnson, had two kids one wife He was getting somewhere in life That knife was a cellular device They cops didn't play nice Like magic his life was lost, abracadabra They brought in the cadaver Found nothing on Mr. J The chief of police had nothing to say About how he died, the way He lost his life in such a tragic way Wifey and kiddies crying and comforting each other That night was unlike any other The rain was at its harshest Their neighbor was the man that lost his check in the predecessing weak Both buried in the same plot Drunken dad cut from the fam like a 'fro Supposed to see lil Timmy but was a no show In an alley way, deceased from too much blow Left as it went from rain to snow He belonged on Twilight not in a family Fighting his inner demons like Chuck Norris or Bruce Lee The d** made his mind race He thought he was winning but was running in place That's what Brockton's like Either go to Brockton or take a hike