Lyrics
They Don't Know (Understanding Why INSTRUMENTAL)
[Verse 1]
People walking around, little town's,
Live quietly, within their bounds.
They make no sounds, they just some clowns,
to entertain these ruling crowns.
That crowd around in little groups,
Eat their soup, in little suits.
Ride the loop, and if it suites.
Then they're packing, parachutes.
to fly the coop, if they're sued.
eyes are wide, supplied with food,
don't realize, thier just a dude,
not acting wise, just being rude.
Their attitude, it needs to change.
THeir life they need to rearrange.
you think it's strange,the government
Seems to claim, they're heaven sent?
They ignorant, but so are we.
That's why we live in poverty.
so we'll fulfill their prophecy.
to Fight for freedom, but freedom's free.
and it's not in me, to cooperate,
so Fuck the state, I'll set it straight,
we cannot wait, to find out how.
don't hesitate, the time's right now.
[Chorus]
But you don't seem to understand, you're Trusting any man,
Doing what you can, to befriend, so many men.
But then again, who'd be friends, with a delinquent.
Because so many men, don't even know that their malignant.
[Verse 2]
My minds on the mic, I might explode like dynamite.
I'll make you run in fright, i'll take flight,
I'll shine you with my light so bright.
I'm tight you're loose, i might let loose,
this noose upon your neck you poose.
I got the duece, I got the booze,
I'll snatch your little brothers shoes.
These dudes are brave, freedom they crave,
work day and night, for white their slaves.
They dig their graves, their time they gave.
But heart and soul, they know they'll save.
So shave the hair upon your head,
a statement for all those who're dead.
The lead is feed through those who fled.
the blood runs red on resting bed.
But those who choose, to oppose,
can not be stopped by broken toes.
Low blows, elbows, can't break their pose,
through whines and woes, their strength still shows.
The stress that lies upon their chest,
won't rest until they pass the test.
Suppressions for those who oppress.
oppressions from those who supress.
[Verse 3]
In people's mind, they find time,
just to not care, they just sit there,
they're everywhere, but they're not here.
they think it through, but it's not clear.
They steer around the round about,
rounding out, without a doubt,
and with a shout, they give it up,
when their about, to live it up.
They've had enough of all of it.
They think it's rough, they call it quit,
they call in sick, don't hesitate,
but when your rich, then it's ok.
and so they lay, within their beds,
while we pay, for childrens meds.
work 9 to 5, to stay alive,
just to survive these broken heads.
That's why we tread, on broken glass,
and break our ass, to make a livin'
so it's givin', take from rich,
and give it to our children's children.
So they can live, without the pain,
erase the strain, that's in their brain.
the strain that's layin within in their name
became the fame, that came in vain.
