We look through history as if we’re the exception
when in reality we’re the responsible.
Wearing a mask as we run our mouths at societies drinking fountain,
segregated and separated the televisions warped our mind.
Freedom is forgotten in place of security through falsified fear,
Manipulation and illusion become the defense for our discomfort.
Where o where are the revolutionaries and the preachers,
Where are the freedom fighters and nerdcore hiphop musicians.
Many clap for the new president forgetting the realities surrounding,
Whether red or blue, half the countries ready to mentally surrender.
Politics shaped like checkerboard as they go back and forth,
keeping you mesmerized for 4 more years is all they have to do.
Allowing the rich and wealthy to regulate our life under a ruse,
no one cares as they turn on the super bowl and go for an occult caribbean cruise.
Reality slides behind an illusion that many fight to maintain,
their status and life all balanced perfectly on a pyramid of lies.
Where o where are the revolutionaries and the preachers,
Where are the freedom fighters and nerdcore hiphop musicians.
Many warriors slain by lust or pride the illusion continues on every screen,
no one willing to risk their sackless job to stand up and fight you join their team.
Selling out for a few sheckles with adsense as you put on your speech mouth cover,
self censorship’s becomes normalized as big brother pats you on the shoulder.
Violent revolution would lead us to a twin system of our current oppression,
our words with no meaning or value in a fog of war through depression.
Grown men seeking validation on social media like a Japanese school girl,
begging for an internet audience and likes with their metaphorical tiddies out.
Where o where are the revolutionaries and the preachers,
Where are the freedom fighters and nerdcore hiphop musicians.
Driving down the back road late at night, man,
Left the Audi at home cruisin’ in the propane powered van.
It’s cheaper than gas and I’m saving up for that 32 GB of Ram,
You know what it is, here in nerdville we got our priorities right, fam.
Really just tired of a broken system sucking me dry,
I’d rather be playing video games gettin’ high.
Society forces me into a box of unrelenting conformity,
When I just want to be left alone and live in harmony.
Can’t even sell raw milk or eggs as a homesteader,
Forced to the plantation to work for the slave master.
Our individualism thrown in a fire bin to roast,
Rather than used to ferment our thought like compost.
My buddy just picked up a fat sack of Blue Dream,
I need some enhancers because later I’ll have to carry my team.
I’m a gamer my dude, and I enjoy fighting online crime,
When the terrorists plant a bomb I have no choice but to try.
Whether I’m building a colony of survivors or saving the world,
my creativity is free to cruise along with the high beams on.
Instead of pulling over for a police K-9 unit,
I hit the turbo and launch an EMP to disable their automobile.
Running and gunning on the way to my secret lair,
AI can’t keep up because I’m an old school video game player.
Reality trying to give me jail time and a felony,
But I’m just a nerd farmer trying to make a living.
5 a.m. my rooster lets me know it’s time to wake and pave the road,
Society sucks me back to the plantation like a fly abducted by a toad.
Another day in the office upholding the system,
Looking at my boss I just wanna shove a fist’en’em.
Fuck it I can’t do this anymore,
I’m packing my shit and movin’ to Mexico.
A wretched realm of abomination consumed by satanic influence, as the faithful hope of salvation clings to Jesus Christ.