Don Coda - Peace of Mind lyrics

[Hook] Yeah, I know what I want, so I gotta work every day Knowing nothing in this life is free And I know what I need So I gotta do what I have to, I know I'mma get my peace I know what I want, so I have to work every day Knowing nothing in this life is free And I know what I need So I'mma do what I have to Best believe I'll get my peace, yeah [Verse 1: Apollo Charles] Poverty: Poor people in need of help Government says "Oh well" They need the funds for the military, 'In God We Trust' but don't call us Missionaries The citizens dissmissin' the holder of the scepter: Obama the Decepter -Soundbyte- We just want some money They think it's funny we get nun/none The corrupt are running our monastery The monetary value next to none Come, consume to support the economy I refuse, I'll ignore, They're missing the point of democracy Let's try and be original Abstract, anarchy, We pa**ed that cautionary phase "Don't tase me Bro set down your weapons" Just a phrase I heard at a protest Imperial ideas, Military might We're supposed to think that they know best My attire seen by TrapWire Where's the invisible cloak shed I'mma create a schism in the middle of the bloated Stomache of The Man, I'm so fed I reserve the right to stab him till he's so dead And the people are promoted [Hook] [Verse 2: Apollo Charles] Blood on the street for the love of heat Speak about a heart's yearning Cause the beat's my wife I'm tryna bring peace through burning Our governing system Murder The Mister so his mistress can rise like a phoenix Affair's are fiendish, but this lady deserves to be the Queen sit On the throne, no threat of being usurped, so bet she ain't squeamish Lady Liberty just a dream Martin Luther Jr. was a**a**inated And our future looted when 2Pac got shot Blood or Crip it don't matter You're milking the beef, it's all Bull Release the utter cause your trapped in a vicious system And the energy to resist the real enemy is tapped You're strapped and shootin' the villain that's black k**in' is wack unless you're k**in' The Man Stand on your feet, or die on your knees just Prayin' to white Jesus Born in Nazareth his skin olive Ironic how a graduate of Harvard don't know the world's lawless Plomo o Plata is my offer And bet I'm broke so choke on a cherry lozenge Or mob with a friend of the people Apollo, one of rap's last heroes And if the rapture happened today would you capture the essence of evil Or be a sheep in the presence of Jesus I'm a Leo tryna lay with the lamb and be one of your leaders Aslan on my right hand, I have no fears My peers veer further to the darkness every year Chaos is near Let's pray loss of life doesn't happen to those we hold dear [Hook] [Verse 3: Apollo Charles] I could stop a riot with some firearms 2nd amendment grants protection I think they're jealous They must be listening to leviathan The pestilence of poverty These locusts are setting off my alarms The Aliens are in America that's why there isn't life on mars They're in search of the American Dream, this is a nightmare My day dreams, stay mean, my will is never breaking Cause karma helps me stay clean Not everything is black and white Society is a collage of colors in the making I'd use Michaelangelo's palette to paint a ballad That shows the many challenges we're facing Like the dance of d**h And my toes're already breaking This world is taking a painstaking toll She;d ask for Gold but she knows That's what banking controls And so I pray despairingly Cause in this day and age peace of mind's a rarity The truth is daring me to carefully Expose the lairs of beasts Show that they don't care to be, human I'm tearing the set off this Truman Show reality The very peace we seek is buried deep and leaks When we commit a marry deed Bear with me cause We need a green Eco like Samos This smoke smog finna maime us God save us Mortality is like dice We gamble on our life And with the sickle swing of his scythe d**h strikes When you sold your soul your spirit goes into his clothes His robes are worth four hundred times their weight in Gold I suppose d**h owns droves of souls cause success is all humans wanna know What's left is a body bag of bones Inside the heart whines and moans in agony d**h is laughing now, he's the master of your fate But you're okay with that Cause you have a wealthy bank account Amount in the billions So cold and soulless you would bankrupt Sicilians Peace of Mind isn't a riddle man Please dont mid the middleman It's only you and a higher power But our flesh let objects get in the middle, man Be Resilient