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Travis T
Sunz in the spot with a cause for the rebels,
why the fuck we feel like we got to advocate devils?
Pacifist nature, but these bastards so vile,
make me want to going clubbing Captain Caveman style.
I aint ready to die, I want to try and advance,
from the root, to the trunk, to the highest damn branch.
Touch the sky and touch the mind of the fans,
I'm just supplying the demand to get them high as my man.
Courage
Up out the guts on a planet torn by war and hatred,
we scrape this barrel on a prayer that we’ll find something sacred.
I wish that I could tell these children that we gonna make it,
but time is running out and Earth is being decimated.
And very little holds the truth of what it claim to be,
this corporatocracy the modern form of slavery.
Out in the wilderness was when the vision came to me,
so when I’m pushing play it sound y’all niggas rhyming aimlessly.
Travis T
I drive a stake in the heart of all these snakes in the garden,
and start taking them apart until they're begging my pardon.
When the clock strikes midnight the tribe will maraud,
and be armed with enough rifles to stifle a god.
Dispersing the riot guards, they don't want to talk,
better call them off or prepare for the Molotov.
It takes a little more than rubber bullets to stop us,
and more to make change than writing letters to Congress.
Show them who the boss is, synchronize our watches,
form an angry mob, and then run them out of office.
Running from the law with Courage my accomplice,
tell the Bible Belt to loosen up a couple notches.
I know it's been said that I'm preaching to the choir,
half man, half gas can, I’m trying to light a fire.
I'm trying to inspire the exposure of these liars,
a reason for treason in the dreams of freedom fighters.
Courage
Dreamchaser constantly avoiding obstacle,
a sea of non-believers telling me this shit's impossible.
Perhaps improbable, decade spitting spirit philosophical,
hit the books and stay up out the hospital.
We kept it positive and still they put their hands up,
cause when you fight this system, you get took away in handcuffs.
These oceans getting too acidic, these rappers too terrific,
outline their ill consumption real specific.
We're running out of time, proof is in the pudding y'all,
our graduates illiterate, our zenith is the nearest mall.
To hell with protocol, but Sunz gone bring it real hard,
travel round the planet, send these haters back a postcard.
I see these actors in the club fronting savage,
like this script this culture gave you gonna hand you a win.
I think they scared to put the conscious to verse,
rather sprint to the hearse, motherfuckers best prepare for the worst.
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