Frosted Perspeks - Foreign Beggars

Yo!

I’m feeling trapped like lab rats, scratching on frosted perspex

Ultraviolet lamp on

24/7 never knowing if it’s day or night

Vision of a criminal in the form of a shaman knight

Living life fixed like programmed microbes

Governed by lies who just hide behind their white robes

My mind knows better but we choose to walk the tightrope

Eyes wide open but we’re shadowed by the blindfold

We see the truth unlike those barristers in cheap suits

Who see that we could use these opportunities to reap the loot

Read the newspaper, watch the telly like we’re hypnotised

Less concerned with famine and some ghetto …

Prison life riddled with innocent minds being being victimised

Sodomised little lies result in getting killed with knives

Feeling spite, spill the blood of parents as their children cry

Strange that people choose to lose and live I’d rather win and die

I travelled the world 10 times and all I seen is pain

Come back home to find nothing but my peeps in vain

Feels different even though I know the streets the same

Seeing faces change you know they’re trying to do is beat the game

Travelled the world 10 times and all I seen is pain

Come back home to find nothing but my peeps in vain

Feels different even though I know the streets the same

Seeing faces change you know they’re trying to do is beat the game

Just ‘cos he’s richer, don’t make him a better man

Feel twice as good as everything I have is second hand

Heavy headed bredders get beheaded as I tread the land

Deafening the masses it’s the savage from the Beggar fam

Hate began to swell from the second that this quest began

Every man for himself, it’s death if you don’t understand

Blood and fish shakes, our timid spirits hidden in the sand

Ice caps melting phase one of God’s bigger plan

Who’s it gonna be?

You or me?

Fuck authority

Honestly I don’t give a raas, suck my prophecy

Every damn politician man needs a lobotomy

Heard you wanna take me down gwa!

take a shot at me

My verbal acid burns malice into broken flesh

Standing at the gates of your demise you wish you’d spoken less

The pressure’s getting drastic I’ve seen man groping plastic breasts

Sado-masochists and spastic pets having sex

I’m a … I handle cunts with bats, you lacking punch

Just strangle … Babylon

This lack of understanding baby why we choose to burn our lungs

Step with more precaution from the men who speak in foreign tongues

So hurry down ‘cos memory lane waits in silence

Time for break the chain, shake the dust off your eyelids

A violent way lies afoot, these troubled times

Where the boss men are cowering, cellars made for wines

Steady grind, sitting tight reminiscing 'bout the better days

I’m pretty tired of being a slave to what the letter says

It’s time for change, make way for the truth now

It’s time for you to feel the pain of the youth now

You run your government on somebody’s earnings and

Burn a whole nation for what’s under their burning sands

Turning out propaganda slogans with vermin scams

As far as learning sights our lives are governed by discerning brands

I grab the mic and express thoughts that’s deep

I grab the mic and express thoughts that’s deep

I grab the mic and express thoughts that’s deep

I grab the mic and express thoughts that’s deep

I grab the mic and express thoughts that’s deep

I grab the mic and express thoughts that’s deep

Once again

I grab the mic and express thoughts that’s deep

I grab the mic and express thoughts that’s deep

I grab the mic and express thoughts that’s deep