Untitled Song
• Written by CarefreeZealotS
Thinkin' I'm useless, searching for meaning
Trackin' my movements, but I'm busy leanin'
I'm too busy dreamin' to caputre this feelin'
I wanna be great, but it's like they're quarantinin'
Keepin' me locked up, but I'm steady feenin'
For the money and power they've been concealin'
'Cuz having my voice heard is more appealin'
Then signin' these deals and silkscreenin'
No fair trade, so it's like I'm deemin'
The person who made this shirt a fuckin' demon
That's how we treat 'em, like they have no meanin'
But god's inside of us, so I'm focused on healin'
'Cuz in my mind no matter your position, floor cleanin'
Or stock dealin' there's no excuse for the preenin'
You're no more important than me, I'm over here reamin'
my mind tryna figure out why we ain't teamin'
If we focus on unity instead of separation
We might be able to benefit the whole congregation
We a nation of hatin' and makin' speculation
Why don't we try and be a lovin' population
End the segregation and all that aggravation
No more accusations tone down the regulations
Media circulation only inspires evacuation
There's a strong correlation between obligation
And formulation violation in pursuit of validation
Leads us to inoculation and degregation
consolidation of rights leads to fabrication
Cover our habitation in bullshit, no ventilation
Then give the inclination that it's just oxidation
Tell me it's good for me, no more simulation
Stifle fascination on wall street occupation
But it's time to fight back against recalibration
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CarefreeZealotS
Member since November 1 2013