Strife - Art of Culture War pt, i!i lyrics

[Intro] Art's a Mirror Of Society Reflected But it's also a Hammer To Shape it in the Right Direction Art's a Weapon Poetry's a Weapon Music's a Weapon [Verse 1: Strife] Art's a weapon To be reckoned with Watch, as I explode the myths of censorship Self-expression's a loaded smith and wessun Aimed at the oppressors chest Musics a weapon to sew seeds and Build connections To transcend our helplessness Cultures a weapon To bring us together To name our nemesis Collective medicine Against the greedy and decadent Who gentrify everything Homes for the wealthy While the many sink They Got no pity Developer vultures Swooped down on your city Embezzled ya culture Turn towns to yuppie playgrounds Police a**ault you Treat us like prey now The rich are the poachers The owners, trespa**ed on ya conscience Jailed those with less cash And walled off commons Til you open wallets for implanted desires Get panhandled by advertisers The master's violence was implicit The tyrants raised the rent, we got evicted They demonized the different for dividends Still, we ain't givin' in To the state or big businesses Cause they kissing cousins Know the price of all things But the value of nothing [Hook: Strife] I'll Feed the Fires of Your Blazing Pa**ion Until We Rise like a Phoenix from the Ashes Be Inspired to Create and Imagine A Life Free of Slaves and masters (x3) [Bridge] Strife from theories to practice Alive with genius and madness [Verse 2: Strife] This songs for the crazies, the unruly misfits The ones who amaze us and refuse to fit in Those who see things different Whose flames leaders wanna extinguish The round pegs in square holes The powder kegs about to b-b-b-blow The fiery dynamos of this world No dreams deferred We can't quench our thirst We keep the powerful on their toes We share common foes Won't follow biased rules Double-standards, of the status quo Hate getting micro-managed by this cast of fools Our existence is radical that's the truth What the f** do we have to lose? Hypocrites and their pious platitudes? It's the rich who have violent attitudes It's a cla** war, a culture war, a social war So my vocals cords act as a focused sword Slicing nooses that are choking the poor Fear and greed are a hopeless cause Do more than consume Our fates to evolve Create and explore To move the human race forward [Hook: Strife] I'll Feed the Fires of Your Blazing Pa**ion Until We Rise like a Phoenix from the Ashes Be Inspired to Create and Imagine A Life Free of Slaves and masters (x3)