Fliptrix - Force Fed Imagery lyrics

Is this the way that it is? Or the way that's it gotta be? Date-rapes and robbery, Shops hotted up, bruv, It's just like Monopoly, Lifelines slide on like prices of property, High crimes and violence in this life of democracy, Nice times seem like a lie or a prophecy, We gotta stop the poverty, Stealing it from the lottery, Bredders are just a mockery, Fiending it like Pete Doherty, Dreaming of living properly, Living is what I gotta be, What I gotta be, As the daybreak wakes, I see a darker sun, Is getting knocked off the world, And disaster's come, It's got the father: "I'm lost for the answers son." Like a last breath from my tarred up lungs, I'm so cross with the world that my scars leak blood, It's insane. My neck's hung, But not from d**h, from shame, I feel strange as I pace these plains. Force-fed imagery on the airwaves, Force-fed imagery, graffiti on the staircase, Force-fed images straight to your screens, Force-fed images I've seen in a dream. Force-fed imagery on the airwaves, Force-fed imagery; graffiti on the staircase, Force-fed images straight to your screens, Force-fed images making you scream. I've seen A-Grade straight take, rape and cave in brains, But my? stays quicker than rate of our climate change, sh**'s f**ed up bruv, it's like the diamond trade, And the fact that the state pays straight, Wastes papes at a minimum wage, It's despicable mate, Yo! A million villains are chilling, billing, dealing, k**ing the living Until they slip into prison, It doesn't make a difference if really they did or they didn't, The silly judges make the fickle decisions, With little admission, That's what'll cripple the system. At a militant rate, And every minute it's raised, So I'm livid with rage, Living in hate as the wickedest brer, Depicting pictures, grilling victims with the lyrics I make, It's sticky business building quickly on the illest estates, A million slaves, Grace the image I place, Right here, Living here in the city which is filling with rage Force-fed imagery on the airwaves, Force-fed imagery, graffiti on the staircase, Force-fed images straight to your screens, Force-fed images I've seen in a dream. Force-fed imagery on the airwaves, Force-fed imagery; graffiti on the staircase, Force-fed images straight to your screens, Force-fed images making you scream. Yo! I'm sly with the mystique, Depicting these sick dreams, Through means of a slipstream, Pristine screens slip clean off my lips like, Leaves in the wind's breeze, Under the tree of mystery I bleed imagery, Sick with the wish of a winning streak, Sins speak deeper than the whisper from the Grim Reaper, Grips around your heart in a second like a seizure, The streets bring heat like you're living with a fever. Force-fed imagery on the airwaves, Force-fed imagery, graffiti on the staircase, Force-fed images straight to your screens, Force-fed images I've seen in a dream. Force-fed imagery on the airwaves, Force-fed imagery; graffiti on the staircase, Force-fed images straight to your screens, Force-fed images making you scream.