Kawann Shockley - Where Are They? lyrics

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Kawann Shockley - Where Are They? lyrics

Verse 1: Where all the smart ones at? Tell me I ain't alone How did we end up here stuck in the danger zone? With all these guns and bombs tryin' to take our souls? It's for the grieving mom, the one I can't console Whose son lies in the ditch of emergency She just cries in the pitch of uncertainty There's no closure, a soldier of urban streets When will the murder cease? Please let me know The clock's still tickin' for our world but ain't nobody nervous Corporations for greed, they turn it to a furnace So pretty much it's curtains ‘less than we take a lesson But nah I'm too depressin', sorry I got a message How many diseased chickens have gotta die? While we get obese, sick of they products? Why? No need to be a vegan though I have tried What's the point? Even our corn is modified This is not a [?], God, intervene They just want us to mutate into lesser beings It's a ploy to k** soy, make less of beans Now the plot thickens, hope you get the scene Verse 2: Where all the smart ones at? Tell me I'm not alone Is there a person still here that's not a clone? In a world with stealth planes and flyin' drones Mind tactics distract us, we buyin' phones Text messages keep our eyes far from the exodus Rich men make all the wild claim and deficit Occupy Wall Street, y'all keep waitin' After Columbine, y'all still debatin'? ‘cause Billy don't wanna put his gun down That's the law, then a dozen people gunned down In the name of a document somehow The refrain of the populous, what now? Everybody is owned, now am I the last? They be buyin' up souls, that's a lot of cash Say the picture is bigger so they try the path Once your soul is sold, ain't no buyin' back I had a meetin' then said, “I'm here to save the youth” They had a meetin' then said, “put ‘em on major mute” ‘cause they afraid of these God chords I play for you So they replace ‘em with pop not to face the truth They say a song ain't much, O, just entertain Singin' sinful hymns 'til it get ingrained The intermission ends to our wicked ways Our inner vision tends to just drift away