[Verse 1: Plex] We've slipped through the cracks, and there's no turning back After 500 years of terrorist attacks This ain't about race, it's about trying to replace The people in the government that steady lie to your face I ain't talking about axis of evil, or taxes There's bigger people than the President who practice The art of enslavement, when the towers hit the pavement They started pointing fingers at some Afghani cavemen And we accept it because we're so naive They tell us what to buy, what to do and what to believe Working on diseases and spread it with bees Sure we're running out of oil, let's go get it overseas They keep increasing the cost of fuel I don't even drive, so why does this affect me and you? We're still using the same tools, drilling like fools With even better ways to transport the goods to you [Hook: Sarah Podemski] I've had about as much as I can take Don't try to push your religion on me There's men deciding everybody's fate We all know that's not the way it should be [Verse 2: Plex] Is this a song about war, politics or religion? The 3 are so connected that I can't tell the difference Now that it's said, I know I'll have to take heat They'll regret they ever signed the bill for freedom of speech Because there's people like me that be connecting the dots The internet connection and we're all being watched Facebook is cataloguing everything that you do So they can target any threat to their control over you It's like the Matrix, you can love it or hate this It's jacked like 95 percent of your playlist I made this in hopes of maybe shedding some light Tomorrow's never guaranteed, so let's just make it through the night I know right from wrong, so I write the songs In hopes that maybe people will cope and get along And though it seems a long ways away, it just ain't I can't do it all alone, I got too much on my plate [Hook] [Verse 3: Wab Kinew] Every night I go to sleep with a vision of peace But I know it won't happen so I'm k**in' the beats I'll be rockin' the flows, that's how Wabanakwut goes I was raised by legends, got the honor of those That's word to my uncle Leonard Crowdog man I used to feel kind of burnt that they stole my land Now I don't sweat that, they want to hold my hand Because I'm more successful then their own kids, oh damn They don't want to stop k**ing when it's in the Sudan They want 9/11 truth and no troops in Iran I don't follow those theories, that's right, you heard me There's a conspiracy to keep Rez water dirty I stand up for kids up north, outta sorts Where the land is barren, and suicide's a sport So the few that I support, I tell them don't get played Economics trumps politics, kid get paid [Hook]