"False Media" lyrics

"False Media"
(feat. Wadud Ahmad)

"And we will weaken ourselves for what is really the issue. And then, behind that all, lies a very personal, intuitive belief: that I don't think old men ought to promote wars for young men to fight"

[Wadud Ahmad:]
America's lost somewhere inside of Littleton
Eleven million children are on Ritalin
That's why I don't rhyme for the sake of riddling
False media... we don't need it, do we?
Pilgrims, slaves, Indian, Mexican
It looks real fucked up for your next of kin
That's why I don't rhyme for the sake of riddling
False media...

[Black Thought:]
If I can't work to make it, I'll rob and take it
Either that, or me and my children are starving and naked
Rather be a criminal pro than to follow The Matrix
Hey, it's me, the monster y'all done created, I been inaugurated
Keep the bright lights out of our faces
You can't shake it; it ain't no way to swallow the hatred
Aim, fire, holler 'bout a dollar, nothing is sacred
We gon' pimp the shit out of nature
Send our troops to get my paper
Tell 'em, "Stay away from them skyscrapers
Ain't long 'fore you get y'all acres"
I'ma show 'em who the glo-bal gangster
Sentence me to four more years, thank you
I'ma make you feel a little bit safer, because it ain't over...
See, that's how we get your fear to control you
But ain't nobody under more control than the soldier
And how could you expect a kid to keep his composure
When all sorts of thoughts fought for exposure again?

[Wadud Ahmad:]
America's lost somewhere inside of Littleton
Eleven million children are on Ritalin
That's why I don't rhyme for the sake of riddling
False media... we don't need it, do we?
Pilgrims, slaves, Indian, Mexican
It looks real fucked up for your next of kin
That's why I don't rhyme for the sake of riddling
False media... we don't need it, do we?
America's lost somewhere inside of Littleton
Eleven million children are on Ritalin
That's why I don't rhyme for the sake of riddling
False media... we don't need it, do we?
Pilgrims, slaves, Indian, Mexican
It looks real fucked up for your next of kin
That's why I don't rhyme for the sake of riddling
False media... we don't need it, do we?
America's lost somewhere inside of Littleton
Eleven million children are on Ritalin
That's why I don't rhyme for the sake of riddling
False media... we don't need it, do we?
Pilgrims, slaves, Indian, Mexican
It looks real fucked up for your next of kin
That's why I don't rhyme for the sake of riddling
False media... we don't need it, do we?
False media... we don't need it, do we?
False media... we don't need it, do we?
False media... we don't need it, do we?


Writer(s): James Jason Poyser, Ahmir K. Thompson, Eric T. Sadler, Jimmy Gray, Tarik Trotter, James Henry Boxley Iii, Carlton Douglas Ridenhour
album: "Game Theory" (2006)
The Roots - Game Theory album cover
Dillatastic Vol Won(derful)
(Instrumental)
Bread & Butter
(UK, Japan, iTunes Bonus Track)
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