Split Prophets – Stuck In A Strategy Lyrics
Lyrics
Res
- As I walk out my house and place feet on the pavement
- Debating on which hard path to partake in
- Cause we’re all just the same thing
- Some look to change things, others stay the same
- They’re tamed to the ways they were raised in
- A place where a statement in part can place you incarcerated
- Its bait and no one seems to see it
- We’re living in a prison with the vision of the freest
- Democracy’s hypocrisy properly got us seeing
- Life like we’re free human beings
- But I’m still seeking tramps in these streets that we pee in
- When we’re too pissed for seeing, proper 2D vision
- Licked off that liquor trip
- Tripped to submission, too pissed for the mission
- Rinsing pricks if they’re dissing, mincing chicks in positions
- Quick spliff intermissions got me laid back
- I’m off track like a train crash
- Swallow clips of hollow tips so when I spit this
- See this strange flash, flicker of light
- And then your brain splats, stained flats
- ???? of main gash
- See my life is a strange mash of graff, beef, buds and bait yats
- Don’t waste facts
Paro
- I’m just that little man stuck in their strategy
- They don’t want me living happily
- And recently I’ve rapidly realised that they’ve been gradually trapping me
- Terrorists in the news make you fear for your family
- But seeing all this organised tragedy’s got me scared for humanity
- And I know it aint the truth that they’re handing me
- Can’t you see what you’re doing for vanity?
- So much wealth in this world yet most still living in poverty
- Rich aristocrats on TV giving money to charity as a novel heed
- Then drive back home to one of their five properties
- We bow down to the scum of the earth
- The whole world’s gangland, whose running the turf?
- Stuck in the system from birth to hearse
- When you search your dirt, is this curse really worth the work?
- When in the end which warhead’s first to burst?
- Kill all life on this planet then revert the earth
Prime
- What you know about poverty?
- Robbery bobbies that bother these bredders for property
- Steadily locking us properly
- Looking after their monopoly, watching every vicinity
- Visibly 1984 is literally here to be
- Sick of these cunts acting civilly
- Thinking we’re all treated equally like symmetry
- Open up your eyes and realise what you’re here to be
- A slave to the system making money for them families
Paro
- I’ve gotta keep control of my mindstate
- Blood pressure rising like the crime rate
- Welcome to the life of a glorified primate
- Brandy and high grade till I’m sideways in a right state
- Stepping with my eyes glazed, walking past driveways
- Steady trying to find ways to make it through this crime maze
- Living in a blind haze, ignoring what the signs say
- Hoping that this grind or the rhymes pay
- Still trying to fight fate