Monotone - Cargo

Once upon a time, in a different time zone
I was writing rhymes, while searching for Waldo
Started looking for a long while tho
Wasn't later till I learned how to fake a smile yo
Before getting 6o9 for the mile
Born with sticks and stones and a mind
So free, fortitude we breath, only forward shall we speed
One day, we'll build a town, Parley
Until the my ship is down
I'm in it till the last minute gone
I'm agnostic oh lord, I missed my appointment with God
You not my master, I know, we all want to be lead
So imma be that instead
The art of storytelling I'm drowning inside my head
My sole savior my crew, we detonating the truth
And then we lay them in booths, I'm kicking snares in my boots
They always stare when I move, like what's an MC to do
I'm on the stairs just like you
Heading to the top for a better view
No luck with the elevator too?
Fuck all that bullshit my dude
You know we sicker than the flu
Keep elevating avenues, not built on goals of revenue
But on respect that is due, just strictly bars making goose bumps on your neck salute
And building bridges for the youth, catchy chorus for the school
Life long lesson was blue, but keep on formulating tools
That go empower the truth, that those in power are fools
They looking down on us too, inside their tower of jewels
Where they're hiding behind rules, and they're hiding behind the cops
But never hiding behind bars, while benefiting from the roots
Of all cultures they've abused and putting poison in the crops
While pushing blame onto the poor
They said we need to work more, on the morning news report
Fuck all that bullshit my dude, its breaking news for the dumb
Tutorials on how to tie a fucking noose with a gun
Every time the system convict we losing a son or a daughter forced to be a martyr
But all my people getting numb to all the violence
Cuz we worried about deposits
Cuz college cost about the same as helicopters
Its nonsense, this capitalistic monster
Hypocrite impostor, printing currency and never dollars
They never gave a fuck about us
Fed to make bread for this white supremacy
Only debt on my plate, no rest till I sleep
Only debt on my plate no rest till I sleep
Baby can you tell me which way we can all go?
I'm sitting, waiting, sinking like lost cargo
Baby can you tell me which way we can all go?
I'm sick of waiting, patience is the lost road

Written by:
Mergen Batdelger

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