Confucius MC - Land of the Free

They try and tell you every day is a make or break Then you wake and bake
And start feeling like - hold up
Shit - today can wait Start chopping up fate with a razor blade
Still bow down to an ancient throne
Hollow core paved in stone
Faceless men Can't place the tone
Place the zen Creating a sacred poem
Until the pace is slowing
Cause there's no place as safe as knowing
Still we're stuck in the dome no space for growing Looking for the start but no place to go in
Looking for the first with no face to show him
So we make the story up and erase as we're going Keep strolling on
Keep repeating our chosen story
Hoping we're not the only one
Just more pressure
No let up
Moving like children of the night
Rolling sess up
Little kids dressed up like grown ups
Every day they're more wild
No one owns up
Common touch like sandpaper
When it grates
That's when he's found spittin' in a daze
That's when he's found diggin' in the crates
For the sake of the rays
Before I take my place in the maze
All praise to the setting sun
Hope I see the light before the lessons done
A lot of us get walked over
Try and make a point and get talked over
In the land of the free
Sometimes it's hard to understand what you see In the land of the free
Sometimes it's hard to understand what you see

Written by:
Charles Cocheteau, William Carabine-Glean

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