Songtexte Path to Wisdom - Jamal Moss feat. Allonymous & The Hamitic Building Society

You seem to be letting all this get you down brother
What did our man up in the white house say?
A change we can believe in
Welcome to the dawn
I know it's more coded language for real
But come on, now what you on?
Yeah, these things do exist
Everything ain't good
I remember when I thought evil was a lie
You pass here from the next
From the previous life and for the next one you die
But they've gone and changed the script on us
In fact, it's still the status quo
They're running out of time
Before we all catch up in their faces
Their real faces show
But we all know
This dimension ain't like it used to be
Back in what we deem the good old days, right?
Right?
It's gotten kind of what?
Crowded, huh?
These wicked unsouls weighing us down
Poking scales in every pie
Taking us over and the question is
Can you feel me sky?
You seem to be letting all this get you down brother
We know they can't determine our fate
Contrails turn to chemtrails
And insight turn to e-mails
Turn to the Bilderbergs
Turn to the unseen
While the people's heads were turned
Now who's in control?
Who's sifting the polls?
Who's sifting through souls?
What they need is love
We keep on saying
What they fear is love
We keep on praying
What they need is love
We keep on saying
What they fear is love
We keep on praying
All you need is love then stop playing
Up over above, keep on spraying
Fear of love
Their mark is everywhere
Their marks are always there
Their marks have always been
Their marks in everything
Their mark is marking us
Their mark is soon to be marked on us
Their mark get on your marks
Get off your cross
Bear your mark
Hark the herald angels sing
Man oh man what has happened man?
What's happened to man?
And where are the humans?
And the Hughmans?
Lots of beasts and reptiles roaming
But only a few, man
Horns are popping up everywhere
Women are becoming extinct
Consciousness is shifting
At least we're on the brink
I swear, and all those few who believe they are chosen
Who are the elite and have the right to rule
Cause it's in their genes and mixed up celestial blood
Drinking aahs and feeding off aahs
And slipping us the six fingered middle finger bird
Think we haven't heard
Sounds that sound like truth