paroles de chanson Playing With Fire - Propaganda , Kings Kaleidoscope

Y′all want that anthem music?
Come and get that stand-up music
That Propaganda music
That raise-ya-hand-up music
I told y'all "Be about it"
Y′all like "I tweeted about it
Don't be so mean about it
I'm down to read about it
You flipped a hashtag
You flipped the avi right?
Your fist is in the air
Can′t say I′m racist, right?"
A sordid [?] with them
'Cause most don′t notice the system
'Til it turn against them, ay

And what it takes is all of me
I′m still not who I'm meant to be
I′m holding back, I just relax
Indulge in insecurities
Livin' a lie, livin' a lie

Apathetic
I′m complicit in the prejudice, it′s automatic
I take advantage being born into my demographic
But what's a blessing when it generates a struggle of a color
For the privilege of another?

In my whitewashed tomb
I′ve become immune
Oh, my God, oh, my God
From my mother's womb
I′m a whitewashed tomb
Oh, my God, oh, my God

And what it takes is all of me
I'm still not who I′m meant to be
I'm holding back, I just relax
Indulge in insecurities
Livin' a lie, livin′ a lie
Playin′ with fire, playin' with fire
Livin′ a lie, playin' with fire
And what it takes is all of me
I′m still not who I'm meant to be
When I react, I just retract
Avoiding all the gravity
Livin′ a lie, livin' a lie
Playin' with fire, playin′ with fire
Livin′ a lie, playin' with fire

Yeah, area codes etched on the layers of epidermis
Over carotid arteries to guarantee its permanence
Removal of it′s suicide, at this point it's obvious
Close your browser
In young war zone, lose ya in Fallujah
I hope you find shelter ′fore them goons come bruise ya
And when the homies gain thrones, boy, it ain't no game, bro
I shouldn′t how a body goes limp when it hangs, bro
But go'n close your browser
The luxury of the option of participation is great, right?
Man, this a great life
Man, we did something right
And I've struggled with hugging my daughters
Knowing homies who can′t no more
And enjoying the time I got
While living in attention of the world′s imperfection
Locking in the sovereign reign of the King of All Kings
Trusting He'll make right all things
He′ll make right all things

No one is safe from the gods we create
They all turn on us
No one escapes heaven's justice unpaid
Have mercy now