O'hene Savant - The Bitter Truth lyrics

Verse 1: This tomorrow rhyme Geniuses die young so I'm on borrowed time I aspired to be what I see all the time ending up in Tragedy feeling like I lost my mind And this is what you call Savant He who lives in the future but in the present dying Here's a speech on the future that they will never mind It's hard to teach you the future I feel like never mind I have a never mind Which means there will be many clever minds, yet They are never mine I invent divine phrases with lexicon, expressive mind On a page they have yet to sign You think Dr. West was lyin' 'bout the epic lines? What I invest in rhyme 'bout to start a renaissance Though the devil tries poisoning the rebel's eyes If he succeeds I will see through the third one The holy iris given by the bird From the true holy writing Christendom was birthed from Be iLLUMINATED don't buy religion, African-ism I give 'em Not Zionism Jesus is, the Bible isn't, the Bible is indoctrination For politicians, listen Verse 2: Hip-Hop is no different it started with the rhythm Children of the ghetto who fought against the system What at a point used to be the artisans of wisdom Turned school of greed to teach hell's curriculum Brrr trick 'em ha ha ha trick 'em Herds drifting, watch the plot thicken If the food in this room's too humid get out the Kitchen Rappers lie to pacify for me that ain't the Mission These rappers afraid of Viacom they in submission I won't be afraid of Babylon 'cause God has risen Rather be a child of truth with a modest living Than to teach lies to youth for a lot of riches Sisters you are queens and no longer b*tches Sisters you are queens and no longer b*tches Sisters you are queens and no longer b*tches I repeat you are queens now may you be lifted I am the shift that got your consciousness shifted You are not slaves from Elmina who was shipped in You can be different, but you must be born again The ancestors' wisdom has to be taught again Verse 3: The industry don't worship the devil they worship the Dollar But the worship of the dollar is the worship of power Morality devoured in this business of cowards You prayed for Napster to come yet you scared of The tower The tower has fallen, the tower has fallen, no more Tower Records, the power is yours then The universe gave the music to the artist the hardest Part is not planting the seed, but the harvest So I ask Horus, how do I iLLUMINATE? How do I chose to bring love where they chose to hate How do I not get lost in this confusing place Surrounded by beasts who least seek to use their brains? Hypnotized by a strobe light, and fire works put Shackles on they souls right? Right This the other side of duality, spirituality, lyrics You follow me? (*unintelligible*)