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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.
