Текст песни Post Modern - Iowa Rockwell feat. Uxmar Torres

Yea
Loneliness is a hell of a drug
By nature
Humans are social creatures
We're only supposed to be isolated
From each for short periods of time
At a time
So let's have a time

Post modern activist
Haven't passed a spliff
Since the world went crazy
Batshit
We talking practice
We talking anything is possible
Drinking henny
Feeling unstoppable
Need some more bread to
Sop the gravy up
Need some more head
To slop the babies up
Old bus tokens saved in a drawer
What for
Already said too much
But I've got much more
In the tank
Frank the tank
Going streaking thru the quad
If you didn't know before
This is really who we are
Get a pen
Get a pad
Write it down
With your hand
Yes
There will be a quiz at the end
Don't forget
Take notes
You get extra credit baby
If you deep throat
Gotta walk a fine line
Speaking from your mind
I just hope this reaches you in time
Free man
Like Riley & Huey
Don't believe what you see
In the movies
Don't buy everything
That they selling
Thought Pac was dead
Then we got Makaveli
I'm just saying
Question the world
It's real love
When you don't question ya girl
Unspoken bond
Seems unbreakable
All glass shatters
Gotta find a way to make it thru

Eyes wide shut
I ain't getting no sleep
Mind like a greyhound
Running full speed
I hear a faint sound
What could it be
The world is crashing on me
Eyes wide shut
I ain't getting no sleep
Mind like a greyhound
Running full speed
I hear a faint sound
What could it be
The world is crashing on me

It takes a village
To raise a child
And a man
To bear the weight of the world
And still smile
The world crashes
And takes a toll
On those sowing seeds
Hoping something grows
Burying corpses
Attempting to grow souls
And burying innocence
Attempting to grow old
Hoping to live forever
And never grow old
Blatantly ignoring the hypocrisy
My God lives in
The spaces between time and energy
That lasts forever
What she's made of
And came from
Is beyond me
She made me
And I'm not half as clever
But the
World is crashing
Oceans burning
I've got bills to pay
I'm tossing, turning
Folding, bending
Molding, mending
And healing crooked
I saw what I wanted
I went and I took it
I'm a post modern activist
Raising a fist
And every morning 'fore I leave
I give my son a little kiss
Cause the
Only prophecies I see fulfilled
Are more cops getting hired
And more children getting killed
More cops get hired
More children get killed
More cops get hired
More children get killed
The more cops get hired
The more children get killed

Eyes wide shut
I ain't getting no sleep
Mind like a greyhound
Running full speed
I hear a faint sound
What could it be
The world is crashing on me
Eyes wide shut
I ain't getting no sleep
Mind like a greyhound
Running full speed
I hear a faint sound
What could it be
The world is crashing on me
The world is crashing on me
The world is crashing on me
The world is crashing on me
What could it be
The world is crashing on me