The INTERMISSION

Stop what ya doin feel the rhythm.
Nod to the tune an kill ya vision,
Check the 1 into the 2 let's do the division.
And slow it down, this intermission.

Stop what ya doing, feel the rhythm
Nod to the tune and kill ya vision
keep it movin, assumin the position
when you slow it down

VERSE 1:
Why is it we find religion when we either dyin or wishin?
Resigned to bitchin - or we just to high an we trippin,
Off that moonshine, thatll turn divine into wisdom,
And we grow teeth so if there's beef we get to rippin

We lettin shit slide but mostly it's our ambitions,
We full of shit homie but we ain't checkin emissions,
We get paid, get laid and sleep in repetition,
And the dent we make in o-zone layers changing conditions.

The plus Side is that we doin our own division,
Minus all those that make equality a mission,
Indigenous tribes gettin overtaken and ridden,
And if you let ur pride stand in the way you get imprisoned.

see it ain't livin baby, if the "live" ain't a given,
strugglin to survive as a victim of the system,
see the prism's that we livin in feelin more like a prison,
and the weekends just feel like a fuckin intermission!


VERSE 2:
yo How is it we store our anger, bottle frustation, until it worsens,
then it most cases go to races at wronger persons
Take it personal like first name basis to clerks an,
"let's toast" to the way we gon stay hatin & cursin

cos we be soakin pressure like nightcaps with the bourbon,
our wages don't pay dividents to letters from the surgeon,
my General warnin to anyone who into servin,
protect me from Capitalization then insurgents

cos Afghani's smirkin, while we be diggin dirt an
there's panties get pulled, ironically it's these jerks in
the Offices we payin to stay savin our earth -an
instead they raisin the taxes to stay makin us work,

and they stay pavin the earth, so we aint takin diversions,
now you can play it straight but ima stay dodgin and swervin,
i hate to say it but we in the deep end, submerged an
we needa practice the art of emersion

VERSE:3
it always seems the rare occasions, often add some air of Amazin,
Cos we hate the norm an stayin the same like there adjacent,
Fighting for change, in both senses of the phrase in-
Change in better days, and for just plain jane change man,

Cos we all tryna see the pay check wage surveyed an
Make like the back of ya neck and catch a straight raise an,
Current events, Reflected on till the days fadin,
It's either sink or swim but why can't it be plain sailin!

Cos Some of usll just sit back to the serenading ,
To the intermissions like music playin when elevation,
Some of us are just honed in to the bare equation,
The rest strayin from problems Cuttin on their abrasions,

Despairing nations, fearin all these air invasions,
The sarah palins, And the beef that's been marinatin,
The innovations, that's leadin to the panic stations
And renovations that's needed should we dare to make 'em!