Rhys Langston Playwright [Prod. MVNTRA]

Tekst piosenki

Hand of the slave
Gun of the free
Another promise—(shit) people
Not we
Golden potential, that’s locked
In a cage
Lamp is the lie
Truth is that shade

Harcourt textbooks written about the plains
And middle school children soak up
Actors in a play
(they soak up actors in a play
They soak up actors in a—)

Peasants pay today to sit tomorrow by the stage
Muck through their dreams
Sifting filth
Pray and stay

Casted in a flash as the roles are filled
Drilled in a skull
To measure place
In racial guild
Thrilled to be sold
On that census auction block
Kids on courts hoop
David Stern’s stock opt
Shunned if that orange ball
Don’t buttress their color
Phantoms of past dreams
Stopped and frisked walking the corner

Fuck 1984, or, well, 1985
The same groups for 600 years
Still fight to survive
Diplomatic impotency
A Horner diagnosis;
Give viagra to incumbents
Will their old dicks rise with purpose?

The country’s strife
The country wife
The country dies
A blunted knife
Grindstone is white
Black smith, contrite
Is left of right

In a doll’s house the producers held a gun to the playwright

(playwright) x3

In a doll’s house the producers held a gun to the playwright

(playwright) x6

In a doll’s house the producers held a gun to the playwright

(playwright) x3

Hand of the slave
Gun of the free
Another promise—(shit) people
Not we
Golden potential, that’s locked
In a cage
Lamp is the lie
Truth is that shade