Oktopus - Asylum (permanent undercla**) lyrics

Adverse effect affect the 10 that might listen Welcome to the 21st neo-inquisition Bite your tongue hold you thoughts close to vest Better yet look for stars that they stitch reading "projects" Ironic, we never see ourselves as next prey What, now we equals cause we have a King's holiday? Coming storm here to stay They turned the noon sky heron gray Africans into slaves Say we free But if we speak like Malcolm X then they a**a**inate Fate of men on corporate memos Halos reserved for those who keep status quo Carry big stick but speak in low tones Truth festers under scab of lies We the permanent undercla** don't act surprised Denied access to true wealth We may have felt the d**h blow Again they stole our vocal chords and sold them to the devil We use to raise our fists now our leadership just settles Eyes off the ghettos Keep watching those space shuttles In midst of this madness it's madmen that win Even when we vote the opposite it all reverts to Reagan Silly Christian pagans Still clutching myths dated back to ancient Babylon That might unravel dawn Misconstrued world view used to a**ault the misinformed kings That move and act like pawns Artist's conform and play minstrel Police State treats our young as criminals Why pray to Roman d**h symbols? Truth festers under scab of lies We the permanent undercla** don't act surprised Inner City streets still reek of our inner turmoil k**ing melanined equates to X amount of oil They're telling tall tales to keep our eyes on foreign soil Hearing truth from poor lips makes their blue blood boil Play foil to false patriots Remind youth of '67's race riots When they learned to keep us quiet Consumers consuming Products we are now neither making or using It only gets more confusing 30of armed troops minorities Casualties directly impact Black and Latin families If freedom is what we are fighting for, they why'd they swindle Gore? Imprison most our men and never really outlaw lynching? The rich get tax breaks, so they are stealing from the pensions of the poor Who were lured to this land by ideas of better lives Or tightly packed onto slaveships who's origin historians forever rewrite Only goal to incite a mental riot Defiant of airwaves designed to Tailor how I act I drop the fists and guns and use this tongue to combat