The Puppet Master (I Pull the St...

Peeled away the billboards, I see the real, I feel more

A boot stamping on a face, but it’s cramping, raw, the heel’s sore

Employed by our own government to fight this corrupt system

This vicious symbolism envisioned, handcuffed by the wrists

Shit, these elderly preachers ain’t teaching, touch on altar boys so easily

Day after day on the TV screens is the shit that we fear to see

It’s become so clear to me, that we blinded by our ineptitude

We trying to elect a dude that’s trying to play us the Trump card right

That’s why we accept to lose

Taken in by the seduction of misery, again and again replaying history

Until I realised that everything that I see ain’t what it appears to be

So I cut the strings, and pulled away the rotten shrink wrap

I think back, to when the blindfold was intact

Now it lies in tatters, hashtag black lives matter

They wrap lies to trap us, black and white eyes are damaged

The old divide and conquer, phone tapped our grown conscious