Chester P - New Acropolis lyrics

Your tryna buy a lot will
Leave you short changed
He with no pride can only afford shame
Some bang doors to spread the lords name
Broadsheets force their views
And false claims
Bombs being used as dice in war games
Protest songs are sung for more gains
Freedom comes with 12 or more chains
Leaders will sell their souls
For short reigns
Truth run amok with my mind I maintain
Some find solace in art and spray trains
Some write bars in depth of great plains
Peace to the people who rep to make change
He without love can only afford pain
Life don't lead it'self it's your game
To be without a strength of
Heart it's not sane
He without sense repents and gets flames



The metro metropolis
Caught up in a modern day acropolis
Raised in the cradles of apocalypse
Everything I see is thought provocative
Tryna sober up a bit
Feeling like I'm clinging to a rocket ship
Then I crash landed with my pockets dipped
Head full of politics
Haunted in the mirrors of the opposites
Life's like a horrorcade
And every day is like another game
All I gotta do is stay on top of it
They tell you that it's raining
When they're pissing in your pocket kid
So why you living how they
Told us the apostles did
They tie a ribbon to reality
And floss with it ever since the days when
The prehistoric fossil lived
And where'd you think we get the
Drugs that we hustle with
They're telling us it's raining
But they're pissing in your pocket kid
They keep on doing all the things
They tell us god forbids we used to hunt
But now we need a job to live
And some have sold drugs and some
Of us will rob to live
Trapped in acropolis metro metropolis
I'm from the bottom man I've never
Seen the top of this
Societies a baby in the cradle of apocalypse
Lost in the colony, metro anomalies
Real world monopolies, swarm like halophiles
They're telling us it's raining
When they're poisoning our forestry
Chips in your passport, electric is on a key
Money and your gas is on a card
If you want a spree take a li'l out the ATM
And most'll want a fee
Then you get some paper
Represented by the monarchy
There's promise in the barer to
The value of their policies
And if you was a yout' do ya
Know who you would wanna be?
I'm living on the bottom
End of typical economy
I'm pickled in a bottle tryna
Tickle all my properties
But then I think about the truth I'm
Happy for the pot to pee
And clean running water
And other things we got for free
All the open opportunities I know
I've got to see hunger's still hunger man
Everybody's got to feed
No matter what your circumstance
Even if you got to thief
It's just the same that's here
And everybody got to breathe
Or me I gotta show 'em all the
Fight before I got to leave
'Cause, I'll be living out the
Balance of the prophecies
Challenging the man in the
Box for his hypocrisies

Tryna buy a lot will leave you short changed
He with no pride can only afford shame
Some bang doors to spread the lords name
Broadsheets force their views
And false claims
Bombs being used as dice in war games
Protest songs are sung for more gains
Freedom comes with 12 or more chains
Leaders will sell their souls
For short reigns
Truth run amok with my mind I maintain
Some find solace in art and spray trains
Some write bars in depth of great plains
Peace to the people who rep to make change
He without love can only afford pain
Life don't lead it'self it's your game
To be without a strength of
Heart it's not sane
He without sense repents and gets flames