Promoe - Constant Consumption lyrics

I wandered along was pondering on The following day and the followring song Verse 1 Meanwhile on the other side of town On the mean streets some kids ride around I got home, some ideas jotted down Turned out the lights, went to sleep not a sound While they blowin in the wind living but no rules But the street's, yo they living but no roots None of us is over given the whole truth Most of us is just driven on cold fuels Super leaded and super deaded who- where over For loot and credit we're shootin' steady We're heated up in the heat of the moment Speeded up just to beat his opponent Grim reaper's in gym sneakers whith pimp features But we all got the same teachers North, south, west or eastside Meanwhile I dream I kick a freestyle going... Chorus Tick tock you don't stop We got pick pockets corrupt cops We got petty thieves in baggy jeans Baggars and bootleggers and angry teens Politic tick tock you don't stop We got shots smugglin' crack rock Conjunction junction what's your function Constant Consumtion that's your function Let me tell the world how i wish There could be something, anyting In this world for me... Verse 2 Flippin' motorolas, sippin' Coca-colas In a sunny resort with chickens on they shoulders Meanwhile on the rich side of town Kids got sweet dreams of street dreams Thanks to gangsta fairytales they smoke dank and marinate To music that their parents hate, but they can't relate To anything that their parent say It's all hypocrisy and lies, they react with hate Blowin' in the wind livin' by no rules Their parents are tired ain't giving 'em no roots No guidance, they ain't tellin the whole truth Kids captivated by the mike check 1,2 Chorus Let me tell the world how i wish There could be somewhere, anywhere In this world for me... Verse 3 Meanwhile, back on my side of town I wake up tryin to spot what I jotted down Radio playin' loud with the rugged sound Interrupted by the news of a kid, and other kids that shot him down 26 years old just like me Aspirations and hopes just like me He was playin' a role just like me Now his story got told just slightly Now he's packaged and sold just like me Well god rest his soul cus this might be Cynical but he fitted in a rhyme pattern In a time where rhymes matter more that a life shattered Meanwhile, on the other side of the world Same sun, moon and stars same things occur Some things better and some things worse Same people struggle, same visions are blurred By state supervision or state super prisoner Private owned, let's break through for shizzle cus Meanwhile in the penal Kids locked down for life, thay ain's kickin' freestyles going.. Chorus copyright