CBN Christmas ID 2020

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Wake up to spite the reaper and eternal rest Get up to escape from the shadows that lurk Get out of your head, take off the mask Get out there and get to work, uh [Verse 1: Father Rhyme] Livin’ my life with light and darkness in the balance Out burnin’ bright like I’m the sun, don't be callous Lookin’ at the ways that we give into the madness And send the world down the rabbit hole like Alice This is a story ‘bout a world that’s sick Seems like every news story makes the clock go “tick” Solve world hunger if we eat the rich We can do the Kim Possible, “what’s the sitch?” We out here gettin’ eaten up alive like we on the menu It’s near to Automata in this bitch ‘cuz this cannot continue Law is immortality, it’s puttin’ us at odds Weaponizing Christianity to become as gods To take a fighter like George Floyd after the May weather Man, I can only hope that right now, he’s somewhere better Free from the sinners that took his pride They’re perpetratin’ homicide, harbingers of omnicide That’s because it never ends in Foreverhood And I’m just tryna see the next day, ha Not because I live in the hood But unlike the boys of Backstreet, they want it that way Don’t take my help if you want, guess I’m the vaccines I’m just the rapper that can really bat for all teams So get to typin’, don your armor, them computer screens “What does he know? He’s just a rapper, he ain’t Socrates” [Chorus: Emily Ertle] Still waitin’ on the change that never comes Only fight when there’s a crowd But the fire dies back down It always does Still the same beneath the dust I pray it’s not too late for us [Verse 2: Emily Ertle] We tryna defund the police and the paper bag president But money don’t grow on trees, so they’ll just plant more evidence Skin is the new cotton, fabric of oppression Laundry day mentality, we keep the lights and darks separate No stains in our textbooks, we bleach history lessons But civil war chapters sound like someone’s takin’ attendance Oppressed remain nameless, oppressors get bullied letters Cuz editors don’t recall, call ‘em senator, Jeff Sessions They call this the new world, but we’re disciples of habit Keep the narratives cyclical, won’t recycle our plastic To MAGA fanatics missing days of white picket classes There’s a great pacific patch that matches your demographic Dogmatic static opinions operatically spattered Radical racists on Twitter reload clips from Russian algorithms Built to wreak havoc, but haven’t broken a thing Gatekeeping justice since the day we stole the land of the free [Chorus: Emily Ertle] Still waitin’ on the change that never comes Only fight when there’s a crowd But the fire dies back down It always does Still the same beneath the dust I pray it’s not too late for us [Bridge: Father Rhyme & Emily Ertle] And I can’t wait to change my life To get stronger for the people in my life To help to rid the world of any and all strife And leave behind the knife [Verse 3: Father Rhyme] I mean, I know they say that ignorance is bliss That’s why spouting hate goes like this: You just screamin’ like KISS, words deflate like “hiss,” this conversation is swiss Nah, let’s hear this Apparently, we can’t support a black man when he takes a knee But y’all came out in droves to support a white man when he took a knee Congratulations, y’all can clearly demonstrate the hypocrisy That was needed to set up an all-out attack against our democracy Obama said to those who cannot see it’s bad Why’s it so hard to say nazis are bad? I believe life will change if we get our mind right Getcha eyes checked and use 2020 as hindsight There was a lotta people felt we had to settle To bring order top to bottom, from Montana to Atlanta But we knew America was tired of it by then I am always ready and willing to settle for something better than a Secular, psychosexual, second agent of orange The perfect metaphor because nothing rhymes with orange And without the rhyme or reason, the music will just die I don’t wanna go my whole life askin’ “why?” Why do people suffer? The world get rougher? Finding a reason to fight get tougher? Trayvon, I don’t wanna see another I wanna walk the street without worrying my mother What with the PD rackin’ up a K/D Little boys beg cuz they don’t wanna see the MD “Just follow the rules?” They’ll kill yo ass over an ID It’s basketball with all this shootin,’ KD Politicizing someone’s right to exist And you wonder why, for strength, people hold up they fist What it means to be a patriot is lost on me We might as well say R-I-P to Francis Scott Key [Outro: Father Rhyme] All I want for Christmas Eve is to see you smile To take it back from the thieves, the oh-so-vile You see, the riots was a break in to break out We came to steal our future back, we need an infiltration route Our lives ain’t really been the same since the Big Bang But there can be no light without dark But to a land of red and white and black and blue is where we embark A strange world with strange fruit that y’all let hang We fight together, yeah, we’re cancelin’ the Qliphoth To reach this final fantasy, we’ll kill fate, Sephiroth I fear death cuz before I go I wanna see the world glow ‘fore I knock on the door I still have faith in this world, that’s the Hemingway And now’s the time to correct your mistakes So, let me ask, where were you when it was time to right wrongs? Where have you been cuz I been searchin’ all along