(Verse)
I speak my mind on the mic like the Dixie Chicks, 'cause the truth ain't always sugary sweet like Pixie Sticks, throw a fist in the air like 60's kids, 'cause the revolution's comin' and it's gonna begin with this, conservatives and liberals trenched in their own politics, pickin' battles poorly and don't hit on what the problem is, hypocrites sittin' and bitchin' amongst constituents, gettin' riled up and start throwin' hissy fits, tryin' to solve new problems with outdated solutions, try something half-heartedly and then say that it's useless, progression is an ongoing step in a direction that never has an ending but only keeps on extending, the so-called pious are also filled with liars, using images of messiahs to liken what they do as righteous, the convictions of religions can overwrite logical decisions, the best intentions can be senseless missions, faith is translated to delusion, used in cases to create excuses, confusion runs wild, people are clueless of what really the truth is, different views which are in contradiction, complicatin' issues, 'cause the message is subjective, different conceptions beyond political correctness, varied perspectives, one person views something as literal and despicable, others view it as multidimensional and exceptional, yes or no, the answer is never ever simplistic, yo, just because you wish it so, doesn't change what it is but so many people get angry and lose the proper manner, and turn their biases and views to propaganda, ideas get distorted, levelheadedness aborted, assorted ranges of views are forced into different corners, and the media's lovin' it, the people discussin' it, and we all succumb to it, another piece of the puzzlement
UK rapper and composer Oscar reconnects with his youth on a sleek, diaristic LP influenced by ’90s hip-hop and '00s R&B. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 21, 2024