Royce da 5'9" - Mr. Grace (Intro) (The Allegory ) lyrics

What is America built off
Of? Violence and entrepreneurship
So if you had to tell another six year old
Like yourself what to look out for
 what would you tell 'em? They would
Kill you for the right price
Are you a buyer or a seller? A seller
If I gave you a million dollars right now
Would you buy candy or a
Candy store? A candy store
What is the goal to be? Independent
If you lost everything tonight
What you got tomorrow? Intellectual property
And what is intellectual property? They
Can take your possessions
But they can't take your mind
How do you say group economics
In Spanish? Economía de grupo
How do you say barter
System? Sistema de cambio
If I gave you something for 500, and you
Flip it to the next man for 2000
What is that called? Upselling
Alright now, me, as your
Leader, as your father
The person that's supposed to
Have your best interest
If I celebrate holidays and Christmas
Your entire life and you
Gotta go beg somebody for a job at 18
What did I do? You failed me financially
And I want you to tell me
How fast can somebody be a victim
Of gun violence in America?
This fast (Gunshot)

Was told to hear no evil, see no evil
Speak no evil
In a place that hears no evil, sees no evil
Where the oppressor sees no color
The investor sees no others
The erection seems so seasonal, plus illegal
Man, that's just the mode
That's just the evil
We just adjust to that, that's just machismo
I was destined to be mo' than a
Apple laying next to a tree, bro
Clandestine, colorful G stuck in a G
Code thrust into street mode
Searchin' for soul with a stolen identity
Surface low, economically
In need of capital
In search of a loan and it's a
Few bankin' institutions who got the remedy
But this is America
Where credit is for the privileged and
Profit is not my amenity
I'm just here to get popped by the cops
Get popular so I can get discredited
In a documentary by the enemy
While in a homicidal, fratricidal
Cycle of wild, constant hostile energy
Lookin' down the barrel of a rifle
While tryna find some inner peace
As God as my witness
Through teary-eyed tyranny
Knowledge it'self is the caveat and the
Dollar it'self is the demigod
Listen, nigga, this is The Iliad
Flip the dollars for wealth until
Our figures resemble the myriad
We are the inventors, we are the lenders
We are the matriarchs
Only thing we didn't make was slavery laws
And on this specific day, it's the
End of the prison sentence
This is the period
A rich man wrote this with a poor man's focus
A sick man quotes this
But the dope man sold this
Lookin' for a soulmate and the
Bitch playin' Go Fish
Provin' you got heart doin' dirt for The
Tin Man in a quicksand culture
Standin' on anything I said
Like the kickstand open
Feelin' like Rembrandt sculpted some shit
That just van Gogh get
I am the descendant of the original
Physical melanin skin man
The highly-intelligent pride of the ghetto
The Zinjanthropus
The Phantom's so clean you can't
See the lord sit, damn, she is gorgeous
All you see is a steerin' wheel floatin'
Led by a herd of stampedin' horses
Checks and balances by the curb
Steps to amateurs flyin' birds
Connected annual to a buyin' surge
Expectin' the amateurs to try and merge
To try and lessen the blesses
But you can never lessen the connection of
The indefinite pentameter Ryan
Serves tryin' words this is Category A
Definition, battered slave of yesterday
Recognition by cattle
Present picture, a guy battles
Sexuality in tight apparel, eyeshadow
That's not deep, I'm shallow
As time travels
Rapper-boys get to doin' acid on stage
Wearin' satchels
Catchin' cases like statutory rape
Online actin' like natural-born slaves
Really
I guess it's from the back of the back to
Back to sittin' with my back to the shadows
With actors standin' behind me with
Puppets controlling nothing but shapes
But that shapes our fate
This is the Allegory of the
Cave theory by Plato
And this is the first chapter
The first forty-eight
"Death Of the Dope Man"