Greenhouse - Microwave America lyrics

Conjure the conscious to contribute
To our children's development
We live lost for the hell of it and
Burn bridges for the smell of it
Microwave America
Weapons of mass media in God We Trust
As long as fear and lust can be our mascots
Reward the haves and punish the have nots
Place princes and princesses on pedestals
Harvest silver spoons as cash crops
The rich get richer while
The poor serves dinner
Classism is the new racism
The help still enters the back door
Its morbid
Instead of pumping our breaks we floor it
Because we think we'll miss what
Society insists is soaring
When most are fly as icarus
Wax wings and all, i'm sick of this
Kids choosing the same path


Expecting different results
Now the quicksand is getting deeper
The mountain's a little steeper
Plus you're weighed down by the sound
Of that pounds your speakers
Is it life or is it death?
A helping hand or bruising fist?
Is it right or is it left? A
Melted candle with the useless wick?
The thunder rumbles the path taken
An undertow a fascist innuendo
Frames propaganda sacred
They wrap convenient blasphemy in rhapsody
It's fascinating how they cloak
Democracy eradicating heritage
If one record spin's a revolution
Then I'll spin records till restitution
Is embedded in our evolution
In this land of the thief
And home of the slave
I have yet to see a land where
We're free and our leaders are brave
Instead we look to land a Jesus
Piece and an early grave
But, I won't have Jesus peace
Until the world is changed its all the same
Covert actions with overt consequences
Genocide works the fastest when
Compassion lacks incentive
We're the ones to blame
Wearing our shame as a badge for our peers
It's a fact these rap cats set
Blacks back about 50 Years
See they praise the court jester
In Microwave America
While the Kings are turned vagabonds
Searching for better weather

I got a call from my homie Zero
Told me on the d-low
"Print I heard they got shanks
And really wanna see you
I ain't gotta say names
They cool with your people
They think you got too much fame
And wanna make it physical" i said
"good looking out i'll be looking out"
Before they make a move they
Better take a look around
For seven or eight years straight
I been putting it down
This ain't no overnight thing man
It took a while
Lucky told me, "Be cool, don't sweat it
Cause when you making moves hatin'
Is to be expected
They hate to see you shine, getting money
Selling records
And travel all around to cities
That they've never been in"
I said, "I feel that
But in the interim I gotta be prepared
If I ever gotta deal with 'em"
Remember that burner you got
A couple days ago?
I want one of those but with a laser scope
And a baby 380, and a little calf-holster
Security know me, so I do what I wanna
So now when cats ask me "Print
What you do today? Make a song?"
Nah dog, I was at the shooting range
Cause, I believe in preparation
Instead of waiting and more than that I
Believe in self-preservation
But, I got some reservations
Cause, I love my freedom more than
I hate anybody that violate it
I ain't a gangster, I'm a regular man
When we came up
We would fight it out with our hands
But it changed up
Now they pull it out and they blast
And a stranger could leave you
Dead right where you stand
Don't get it twisted
Beefing ain't what I'm about
But my career could end if you
Ever see me lose a bout
Now am I paranoid or realistic?
Microwave America, the devil's in the kitchen