O’hene Savant - Escapism lyrics

At the end of the day, it’s all escapism
It’s all a drug… whether you’re popping
Molly, you’re doing them xanies
Or you listen to me
I just want you to escape back into reality
As if that’s a thing, yeah

I’m the son of Neesy, son of a question mark
They ask black men
"What is in that head of ours?"
Why we terrorize the block with pistols
Leaving mothers sonless
Heartbroken with tissues
Emasculated men leave home to
See the pen ruled
By other men governed ten to ten
Poverty-stricken streets in the wealthiest
Land means the
Land’s really poor if you can’t overstand
Black man, some black women hate me
Subconsciously still not over the
Pain of slavery
How you let the master chain and rape me
Miseducate me and take my babies
That’s the Hollywood narrative and
There it is it’s in the history books
It’s finished period
No woman wants a conquered man giving rules
In his home on a conquered land, what
The world is ruled by individuals
Some are pure the others are purely criminal
It’s not about a race, it’s about a race
Poor need to stay in their place in this

Capitalism, commercialism, materialism
That’s Americanism a form of a prison how
You bound by the system
Audio vision, this is my escapism

Capitalism, commercialism, materialism
That’s Americanism a form of a prison how
You bound by the system
Audio vision, this is my escapism

Look, overzealous vegans preach they tofu
Then they cut down trees to
Build a Whole Foods
I swear to tell the bitter truth and the
Whole truth, before time phases me out
It’s old school
I think flossing for black people is cultural
Rappers do what chiefs in Cape Coast do
Therefore, rappers gotta be the kings
But, I shine from my mind
You ain’t gotta see the bling
When money is your god, is modesty a thing?
A store is your church so you
Tao with the "ch ching"
Cash or credit, paper or
Plastic, mass agenda
A slave to your masters you’re replaceable
You better be a creative who creates
‘fore robots start out creating you
Prolly still be in the
If he was killed or died
Bet I’d still be in the will of god in this

Capitalism, commercialism, materialism
That’s Americanism a form of a prison how
You bound by the system
Audio vision, this is my escapism

Capitalism, commercialism, materialism
That’s Americanism a form of a prison how
You bound by the system
Audio vision, this is my escapism

Ay, envy is the cousin of admiration
Enemies are better for you than fake friends
Guard your heart
It’s the path to your psyche
There’s nothing that can ex
You out like ex-wifey
Running from the self into love’s haven
Escape in your thoughts so your
Mind you can save it
Some need a needle, some need The Beatles
Some of you beat your meat while
The meat you eat beats you
Obesity, restless leg syndrome
Running from society as we sit home
Tryna craft reality, living in phones
While infomercials give no info
Spin doctrination sent by the agents
Who die by freedom but live by surveillance
Taking profit's but not today
‘cause now crazy ball heads have got to pay
Get it?

Capitalism, commercialism, materialism
That’s Americanism a form of a prison how
You bound by the system
Audio vision, this is my escapism

Capitalism, commercialism, materialism
That’s Americanism a form of a prison how
You bound by the system
Audio vision, this is my escapism

Capitalism, commercialism, materialism
That’s Americanism a form of a prison how
You bound by the system
Audio vision, this is my escapism

Capitalism, commercialism, materialism
That’s Americanism a form of a prison how
You bound by the system
Audio vision, this is my escapism