Greenhouse - Babylon lyrics
[Greenhouse - Babylon lyrics]
A seed from Babylon
The caged bird sings the saddest song
Packs of wild dogs run around, bury bones
Police teams terrorize the streets
And carry arms as ill as it seem
Nobody blink ‘cause that’s the norm
Stress is a heavy load
Hard-pressed to carry on
Despite, we fight against heavy
Odds like Larry Holmes
Temptation’s a chameleon with many forms
He’s motivated ‘cause his will
To win’s very strong
Send gunslingers, gangbangers, hangers-on
Taken under by the very
Blocks they’re standing on
Seen veterans haunted by what
They seen in war never dreamt of being poor
Now their people we ignore
Another pacifist hoping that it catches on
Give back, pay it forward, just pass it on
Walked in the line of fire
Run into a danger zone
With plenty God in him like the
Track that I’m rapping on
While you’re on a song
Bragging ‘bout the baddest
Somebody else need shelter
Wishing they had a home
It’s real funny style what we
Base our status on
Never knowing what you have until
What you have is gone
Middle class massacre
Fleece the public pocket
Freedom cost your soul
What a dignity deposit
Pantomime to pacify the spin cycle
I stay boxed out on the
Outskirts ‘cause outbursts incriminate
Fascinate the overzealous orthodoxy
Hypocritical handshakes from
Smiling kamikazes crashland in bandwagons
Facilitating foundations for grandstanding
I chuckle at the mediocre grandeur delusion
While you’re handing down genes of
This brand of confusion
Pop culture pedophiles, fondlers of legacy
Voluntarily masochism devalues our pedigree
I wanna shatter the television mirror
Then Windex the soul’s windows
The television clearer an uphill battle
But it’s still worth the scars
And your travel’s adversity helps
Reveal who you are
Terrified of the puddle’s reflection of pain
Walking on the sun but drowned
In a flooded insane
They encourage you to go along the grain
But, you keep losing individual ’til
Borg is your name
Grass-is-greener mind states
Scarecrow-brain mass
Intimacy issues with the clarity
Of stained glass this is what we have become
And we embrace it, take it straight
Don’t chase it, face it then change it
The caged bird sings the saddest song
Packs of wild dogs run around, bury bones
Police teams terrorize the streets
And carry arms as ill as it seem
Nobody blink ‘cause that’s the norm
Stress is a heavy load
Hard-pressed to carry on
Despite, we fight against heavy
Odds like Larry Holmes
Temptation’s a chameleon with many forms
He’s motivated ‘cause his will
To win’s very strong
Send gunslingers, gangbangers, hangers-on
Taken under by the very
Blocks they’re standing on
Seen veterans haunted by what
They seen in war never dreamt of being poor
Now their people we ignore
Another pacifist hoping that it catches on
Give back, pay it forward, just pass it on
Walked in the line of fire
Run into a danger zone
With plenty God in him like the
Track that I’m rapping on
While you’re on a song
Bragging ‘bout the baddest
Somebody else need shelter
Wishing they had a home
It’s real funny style what we
Base our status on
Never knowing what you have until
What you have is gone
Middle class massacre
Fleece the public pocket
Freedom cost your soul
What a dignity deposit
Pantomime to pacify the spin cycle
I stay boxed out on the
Outskirts ‘cause outbursts incriminate
Fascinate the overzealous orthodoxy
Hypocritical handshakes from
Smiling kamikazes crashland in bandwagons
Facilitating foundations for grandstanding
I chuckle at the mediocre grandeur delusion
While you’re handing down genes of
This brand of confusion
Pop culture pedophiles, fondlers of legacy
Voluntarily masochism devalues our pedigree
I wanna shatter the television mirror
Then Windex the soul’s windows
The television clearer an uphill battle
But it’s still worth the scars
And your travel’s adversity helps
Reveal who you are
Terrified of the puddle’s reflection of pain
Walking on the sun but drowned
In a flooded insane
They encourage you to go along the grain
But, you keep losing individual ’til
Borg is your name
Grass-is-greener mind states
Scarecrow-brain mass
Intimacy issues with the clarity
Of stained glass this is what we have become
And we embrace it, take it straight
Don’t chase it, face it then change it