Trapped Music

It’s for that next, next, y’all
It’s for that next, next, y’all
The flames of democracy assemble a bald eagle
Black people crushed under the mud of civilization
I’m the invisible man, these times are translucent
I’m too advanced for this heroin dance music
Rap fused with the confusion of a temporary high under the prescription drug
you using
Or the Molly that Miley’s on
Black entertainment via Viacom
Ironic that the icons who inspire on
They more than suck, they spit vampire songs
But here’s an alarm for your head
The Walking Dead is really The Walking Dead
You probably more zombied than we think we are
We gotta see beyond the bars of the Kendrick Lamar
It’s for that next, next, y’all
It’s for that next, next, y’all
The swimming pools of wisdom like racism is a view
It’s a system, the concept of race isn’t true
It’s an invention, you’re confused about the two
It’s not a mistake, it’s by intention
It’s on purpose, you don’t know your purpose
You said, «Damn, brother, that’s deep»
No, brother, that’s surface
But you a captive to this rap shit
What’s active on the radio really radioactive
That rotation got you complacent
At ease in your disease
They mastered the of ceremony of death through the breath of MC’s
They used to conjure up culture through the art of call and response
Call and response
Call and response
It’s for that next, next, y’all
It’s for that next, next, y’all
The paragraphs with the graphics
Through these spiritual fonts, we drew understanding on y’all
Through the «yes, yes, y’all»
It is not just for y’all
It’s for that next, next, y’all
And they spit the whole theme into your jeans
Your great-grandchildren are barbed on their head
They’re livin' in this scene
But this pornographic rap shit got us livin' obscene
Too turned up to turn down
That makes you a fiend
It’s for that next, next, y’all
It’s for that next, next, y’all