It was once cool to light crosses, bring shotguns and mobs, as rotting strange fruit, dangled in the front yard And know its not cool to read books or know law, How deep is our hole, how low can we fall. We neglect our youth double veiled deprived of the truth, made lives with no substance, thoughts and speech so uncouth. We got tatted buffoons, exalted modern day coons rock countless chains, they still look like a noose. Boost sales of caskets, ER lights flashing, overcrowd prisons bubbling like molasses. after centuries of lies it ourselves we despise we got all the arms but won't reach the sky. We hiding, like thieves in the night from life illusions of oasis making us look twice Corrupted by strife, bound to greed, sin and vice desperate cries of revolt, hollowed through click-clack of dice. So I reach in this bag of trees, sparkling with orange hair inhale the lye exhale the truth change won't come through despair So this is how I escape from madness I feel we just going in circles, but, at least my mind states purple.
