Dimitri & The Scarecrow - Scarecrow lyrics

Scarecrow (Music & Lyrics by Dimitri D. Kwenda) Intro: Luxury cars pa**ing me by The vending machine of the propaganda is Selling me patriotism, all a façade I'm getting outta this field to live an infamous life I'm getting mine – Let ‘em know (x4) Verse 1: A honk, honk behind ya, are my people listening Poetry is in effect trying to draw your perceptions As this millennium hits, a grand corporal shift And this perpetual drift brings greater economics Politics is in a whole new overdrive to bribe The layman and revive the power to buy From the, Zimbabwean debate to the black US head of state Democracy, the latest commodity at the table of policy Don't think of condescension, listen to what I'm saying Women becoming presidents without enough influence THINK! Your attention is being sparred with The humane battles they took oh so long to address And suddenly the subtleties are in a finer concentration The coincidence of Obama and the latest recession… Bridge: Told to be bold standing in the cold - SCARECROW Standing for struggles I do not know - SCARECROW The irony, I'm standing alone - SCARECROW Is this really my war? - HELL NO! Chorus: I'm a straw man raised in a modern world In the hills of the capital, I can't get any work A misfit in the midst of a capital surge A vagabond scarecrow with no maize field to go to, hey I'm a straw man praised in a modern world All I witness if giants wilt away my worth I'm sick to the gut as the anger swirls Scarecrow man, a straw man Verse 2: For years it has been the acknowledgement of man That the prevalence of harmony is the emergence of a champion The question is: Who is most fit to govern humanity For an eternity we've agreed and s**ed at unity! Egotism and a cunning diplomacy Has brought hedonists to being the makers of policy And to those who lose jobs and really are in need In Africa you starve unless you live illegally And… the makers of the greater crime remain in charge Setting police hounds on the weak and the starved And they possess the press, so they won't ever confess But then again, we are aware of this, it's all such a mess What I pray is, in the lands of independence Where freedom and justice are in uh… A rhetorical press We might all start making a little room To accommodate the scarecrows we have forcefully removed! Bridge: Chorus: (Refrain) Verse 3: A honk, honk! Once more, is somebody there? Am I betrayed by the ears of those who claim to care? The timid big hearted trapped in the pipedreams Only awakening to perpetrate a similar tyranny Coz in an environment of a capitalist The derelicts are the powerless; their voices are pacifists Whose sympathies are a paralysis And they cannot be frontrunners for any conviction Martyrs of a religion are a mythical preaching Unfortunately cause if juxtapose with consequence Complements of attempting to overthrow any dominance To my president and all members of government My conviction is a bold and simple statement To the earnest and benevolent, continue in perseverance But I hope the rest of y'all do burn in hell in a penance! Come on! “I ain't got no time to be messing around with y'all. As a citizen of this country, I've gotta right to speak! Come on!” Bridge & Chorus Http://www.reverbnation.com/ddkwendahttp://www.soundcloud.com/ddkwenda