Baba Brinkman - Fatalist lyrics

It takes individuals to make statistics With sophistication the shapes get shifted The risks we take make the race ballistic So shake your fist or get fatalistic I've gotta make a list of reasons why I'm not a fatalist That's not a way to live with the weight of this world the way it is You can push paperclips for the sake of your kids Or shake your tits and wait tables for minimum wage and tips Or relax in a state of bliss, trapped in the Matrix Watching the latest clips of fallen dictatorships Eating potato chips with flavourless dips But to achieve weightlessness, you must believe you created this Whether it's done consciously or unconsciously Whether you walk nonchalantly or run constantly Whether you live under palm trees or march to the drum's beat Complicity comes back to haunt your sleep And pride and obstinacy, like monsters, creep Inside these songs of freedom the soul longs to speak You gotta sow if you wanna reap; still, karma runs deep Sometimes you can't see the cause of cosmic grief It takes individuals to make statistics With sophistication the shapes get shifted The risks we take make the race ballistic So shake your fist or get fatalistic In the East, soldiers roam with raging hormones With radiophones they bring the sword to stones And lay poor bones to decay in war zones As the oldest poems and ancient lore known Gets ignored and thrown on the floor when the door's blown Looters roar home; there's no more shalom A sore groan rises from inside the Sorbonne As another throne tries for the glory of Rome And when the mousetraps close, send in the backhoes And start drillin' the plateaus, lookin' for black gold Wherever the map shows gas, tank tracks go G. I. Joe attacks… Damascus ho! It's like, first to act, last to know, ain't that so But even the biggest a**holes and total wackos Must have souls that reflect the supernatural They just catch colds and forget about the macro It takes individuals to make statistics With sophistication the shapes get shifted It takes individuals to make statistics With sophistication the shapes get shifted It takes individuals to make statistics With sophistication the shapes get shifted The risks we take make the race ballistic So shake your fist or get fatalistic Spirit sickness grows deep as we dig ditches And pig pen pits, asleep to the big pictures And even those who witness the sickness just get suspicious And turn to scriptures lookin' for reasons to burn witches There's so many pernicious ways to earn riches And so many kitchens bursting with vermin and dirty dishes I hope the first thirty-six courses were delicious And worth every risk, ‘cause dessert'll be vicious Like a circle with the center waitin' patient for penetration Like a flag incineration on a day of veneration In a veteran's parade, afraid of intimidation A sleeping dragon's been awakened and the next generation Will face the implications and waste their innovations Building gates to defend their nation against the hateful vengeance taken On the same men impatient to put limitations On reproductive freedom and call it bush administration