Will the Real Enemy Please Stand Up

It is what it is

it aint what it ain't

'cause what is is a sin

and what ain't is a saint

a complaint is faint

when a stance isn't given a chance

resolutions of cognitive dissonance

another sad song and another rain dance

glimpses of your future gone in a glance

living in a matrix and walking in a trance

zombies are everywhere and that was the plan

ungodlike enemies of man got drugs on demand

and untrustworthy hands grabbing like crabs

'cause there are more drugs than rehabs

denizens of one big ole rat lab

programmed by the box

bodies in prison and traded as stock

we never left the trading block

now we runnin' against the clock

this sh*t been on lock

greed was the seed

that made us all bleed

rich get what they want

and the poor get nothin but need

divide and conquer was the game

my skin wasn't the reason because once we were the same

they got you tamed siding with the rich and famed

while we were framed and you felt claimed

you got brained and told to pick me to blame

but soon enough you too will feel the flame

these broken mirrors shoulda given you the shivers 

but you instead focused on individual shards

the many glimmers of future Decembers 

shoulda made you aware of future harsh winters

tricked into thinking you were future winners

instead of future servants and slaves serving rich dinners.