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Every country on the planet's full a junkies and addicts
Evolution? yeah the monkey's have gone fuckin bananas
Others suffer the damage for our disfunctional habits
'Cuz some consider voracious consumption is average
The rich get fat, while millions starve, hungry and famished
This is not new, but it's what we've been handed
The world burns so that a few can live in a comfortable manner
You don't want my opinions, but you punk's are gone have 'em
I have no problem disrupting your comfort with havoc
This life of waste and greed must be abandoned
You'll see that slav - ery, is the foundation upon
Which this wicked system' entire structure is standing
Yes it's much worse than what you'd imagine
Puffing the cabbage, 'cuz it's getting tougher to manages
The earth is on the verge of collapsing & if word is not action
Then we get what we deserve, yeah our herd is gone vanish
[Chorus]
It's a tragedy
Environmental catastrophe
Tragedy, tragedy
Whitewashed history
Tragedy, tragedy
Tens of millions in slavery
Tragedy, tragedy
It's a fuckin tragedy, how many species go extinct a day
And 'who cares?' is what most people would think to say
We dine on ignorance and often times we drink decay
& fuckin' rappers still yapping about links & chains
The situation we face won't just be blinked away
We must let dogma die, no longer cling to claims
Stop trusting policians and their assorted winks & waves
& fuck corporations, even though they've convinced you of the biggest craze
Enough to make a cracka crazy, so I sing for slaves
A bullet for every king, let's go dig some graves
Lantern is here yes, I came to bring the flames
Illuminate the path ahead and fly upon the wings of change
While I would certainly prefer to use the ink & page
Not afraid to fight back, yeah I'll sling my blade
So before the north pole becomes a rink to skate
Let's name some names, yes I claim I'm here to bring the pain
It's a tragedy
Racist ass cops
It's a tragedy, tragedy
Unpoliced banks
It's a tragedy, tragedy
[Bob Rok]
Bob Rok, working with the Agents...
I never thank god, I thank Logic
The pope is a joke, devote to make profit
That's why the Vatican runs its own bank
Then turns around and tells you to bow and show thanks
Occupying countries, allowed to show shanks
Fuck that, plain and simple, no thanks
Peep my brain, priests from Spain
You crucifed my relatives and tweaked our names
The only thing you didn't take or rape was blame
That's why the Catholic church is fake and lame
& if it costs me fans, then fuck the fame
That's just another reason I don't trust the game
Here's the Easter, we ressurected racists
The GOP runs this country like a slave ship
That's why you stuck at Days Inn working the grave shift
Work all day for that graveyard paycheck
Asking out loud, "can we have another break yet?"
While the untaxed rich take vacations
No lies, the church closed it's eyes
& looked the other way while the Nazis took lives
And happily took bribes,
While sending west to literally cook tribes
...Watch your step
These crooked motherfuckers will plot your death
And if you don't believe me stop and check
We got the message in the music, rock ya decks
Closing thoughts, fuck your majesty
Class welfare is the true blue tragedy
credits
from
Buzzkill Mixtape,
released November 25, 2011
Lyrics by Brian Buzzkill and Bob Rok
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