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Yea, yo Yo why they talking bout they holy prophets when they nonprofits Pedal hope like dope while they all up in ya moms pockets Pope pimpin in the Vatican the hearts of mankind On the line like we all face apartheid They talkin bout they holy prophets when they nonprofits Pedal hope like dope while they all up in ya moms pockets Pope pimpin in the Vatican the hearts of mankind On the line like we all face apartheid While you living a dream, I'm dreaming up a life Awake in sleep and then I wake as if I just died Teamwork make the dream work, that's how a dream works Hollywood emotion pictures, animated dream works Meditate to escape the mind trap, vacate They indoctrinate religions and call it faith Jesus Christ, Santa Claus is Satans representation Embodiment 3D reality manifestation To unplug from the matrix, you gotta change the station Disconnect, direct your energy to raise vibration Actors read the script, directors crack the whip Writers create the construct, loose lip sink ship Pussy actors get fucked while masses watch and get stuck Then celebrate mass in a church, pay your bucks, best of luck They knock your soul out your torso, leave your body ice cold Thoughts froze, mind gone, you under mind control Do as you're told and you fold like you the minion Get dominated by Don, Capo, Boss, you loss dominion Don't be the butt of a joke, a fuckin ass clown Break free from the choke hold and watch em fuckin frown Talkin bout they holy prophets when they nonprofits Pedal hope like dope while they all up in ya moms pockets Pope pimpin in the Vatican the hearts of mankind On the line like we all face apartheid They talkin bout they holy prophets when they nonprofits Pedal hope like dope while they all up in ya moms pockets Pope pimpin in the Vatican the hearts of mankind On the line like we all face apartheid They run a nonprofit frontin, make your spirit stunt Capture, keep soul captivated, held captive, man hunt Intoxicated by the gospel got you under a spell Praying for heavenly life while you living in hell Line the pastors pockets with paper, he hella draped up Multi million dollar mansion, private jet, wake up Government tax to death, 10% leave nothing left Holy prophet, nonprofit getting off unholy theft Let the truth be told, youth unfold and blossom into gold A young diamond in the rough undergo pressure, watch em mold Separation of church and state is such a false statement By the power vested in me, relationship enslavement Baptize your offspring and call it purifying Mothers water breaks, babies born, pure defiance Born of water, soul immersed to emerge clean from sin Sensitive, innocent and highly intelligent free spirit in a vulnerable stage of adolescence Gets raised in many ways from parent adult lessons
Writer(s): Jamal Lachapelle Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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