Sullee J - Voice of The People lyrics

VERSE 1 I got a feeling I was sent to be the leader With mission, this disposition Is the reason my position is Speaking, with your permission I'ma finish, the fetish for Cynic demons I'ma spirit, minus d**h I behead incoherent heathens I believe in Every single one of you beings And i'ma breathe un-til You get the picture Im seeing But you followers of TV Stuck up on that baywatch Money, power, s** Got everybody brainwashed I fight against hatred Fighting for the o-pressed Everybody hating it Nobody want to no-tice Blind eyed fools Society is broken Evil is a lifestyle Piety is ghosted I'ma do it, do it, like a Like a, protest Throwing up the gang signs Freedom for the hopeless Money like its hang time Raining over homeless I'ma just do it like Jesus (pbuh) would approach this VERSE 2 I'm the voice of the people Voice of the citizens Voice of that pain And the noise of the innocence Hit again by dissonance Interceptive collision it's Problematic havoc and Drastically ambiguous I'm speaking for the cause I breach a few laws Peace sign up Let the index fall I worry bout today You worry bout tomor[row] I ain't eat for 6 six days You just bought a new car Dignities a joke Seen them women at the bar Dressing so provocative Then worry about the charge And politics is pocketing Them documents at large Religion is a scheme And money is our God The filthiest regimes So pivotal it seems Treated wit injustice- Justify the means I'm tryina' make a change But this, is just a dream VERSE 3 I act with no fear Speak for those silent Trapped in both ears Weak in both iris The worlds still suffering Struggling with poverty Stuck within a troubling Covenant, possibly Could it be republican? Could it be democracy? Who secures the premises? Who pursues the robbery? How am I the victim? Isn't that hypocrisy! I'm tryina' feed the poor You calling it a mockery What about women! Still getting battered Still getting raped Man it still don't matter Still on the verge Reconcile with the words Everything I say I keep it real with the verbs Sick of seeing orphans Dead on the corners Mothers on crack And the fathers cross borders This is our life How can you support this? We never had a chance Only disappointments!