LYRIC FOR SALE

By Nomadic Extra Large

Verse 1
Woke up this morning to some bad news.
Nothing specific.
Because everyday media singing the same blues.
The same song.
Somebody got shot.
Politicians lying.
Police Brutality on my block.
Murder rate is off key on a higher pitch.
Gun shots so loud.
After they ring. I can’t hear shit.
You said what talk louder.
I’m def dumb and blind to ignorance.
AT&T disconnect you.
Our lines of communication just don’t match.
This life is like a date.
Hopefully we make a match.
Maybe not.
But one things for sure.
I hope we have in common that we both hate war.
Sad to say some people thirst for confrontation.
Drinking ego shakes every minute on the hour.
Shitting out your views on us like a shit shower.
My only umbrella is some boos and good music.
Some good cheba.
Now look I’m addicted.
Escapism is a hell of a drug.
Aint it inflicted.
Upon us like when kids expect gifts every christmas.

Chorus
Same news, same lies on repeat,
Same pain playing loud in the streets.
We numb the noise just to get some sleep,
Praying for peace but we wake to heat.
Same war, new face every season,
Same truth buried under reasons.
If we got one thing we can agree,
This world need love more than it need me.

Verse 2
They gift wrap us propaganda like a Christmas gift.
Like I really asked Santa Claus for this shit.
Scratch it off my wish list.
Turn up my emotions like Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeers nose does every Christmas.
When the truth is exposed.
So you lying mofos need to change clothes.
Your bad intentions are but naked like girls gone wild videos.
Ooh no.
And big business is one big hoe.
Did you hear me.
Big business is one big hole.
With to many loops in it.
My bank account is mad dizzy.
My money running in circles.
All my funds are exhausted.
I need a breath of fresh air.
Can I get that for free.
I hope so.
Hell yea we living in hell.
And satan is the ego and the CEO of the terror dome.
That we call home.
Home sweet home.