Zion I

Zion I - Poems 4 Post Modern Decay lyrics

(feat. Aesop Rock)

[Intro: (Woman)]

Poems for post modern decay

[Zion]

Yeah, Everyday's a new change, model life strain

microwave the brain, the babies get trained

to be good worker bees, you can work for me

$2.50 a week and you can sleep on the street

economoic malfuction, consume corruption

somethin's wrong with this picture, ecstacy with liquor

get a stand quicker, wither in the half moon light of my life we lose vigor

by 28 we half gone already, cause the liver and the kidney corroding steady

get a doctor with some dope then he snatched confetti

got too many damn bills when my bank is empty

[Chorus: Zion]

(I keep fallin) trippin' I can't get up

I keep fallin, trippin' I gotta get up

(I keep fallin) trippin' I can't get up

I keep fallin, trippin' I gotta get up

[Aesop Rock]

Yeah, OK, Who are the consumers

what are you consuming

why are you not filtering the poison they are spooning

where you gunna be when the murder rate starts balooning

comin' to your senses on some who the fuck made you king

fame is a ghostly hope, when every hero is a number to the rotary folk

that's why the low brow plow through a government name

you can trace the moniker if you can chase the train

I place blame with a grotesque, enemy, bloody idol

leavin' it to the innocent to remedy the cycle

my centipedes agree that every pedigree's entitled to that food, clothes, medicine recipe of the vital

[Zion]

I keep fallin' like I'm trippin

I keep callin' be my prescription

I keep fallin', and I listen

I keep callin' for some assistance

[Chorus x2]

[Zion]

Yeah, now let the beat guide dreams, I've seen my eyes wide

lookin' for a touch of the eternal, scribble in my journal

watch 'em while the world to burn, tryin' to find some serenity with every turn

[Aesop Rock]

Walk with a maggot brain affiliately over the main gate

quicker than he flickerin' at a pancake(?)

shitkicker, mini, and busy, in dark-city, wick lit, tryin to make a shark frenzy bark pennies

[Chorus x2]

[Poem]

Diabolical times of mass murder, time full of it

speak ease even conversations is nuclear

they fear when its a group of us so we roll in packs

space age patriot act, they got your phone tapped cousin

what you gon do? Don't let fightin' this beast make a beast outta' you

sometimes I feel like a monster cleanin my 12 gauge

contemplating if I can murder or not, escape routes, and getaways

but the rude awakenin' is man, they lockin' us in cages

tellin' us to abort our babies while they collect sperm donations

attempted depletion of a righteous nation

we got a 100 cable stations, but something is what none of 'em are sayin'

my eyelids achin' from bein' open so wide, space age genocide

they can try but they can't hide, the fact that there's hope

my history ain't start on no boat, chained and bound

and the beauty is found that we fall, trip, but never hit the ground

Get this song at:  amazon.com sheetmusicplus.com

Share your thoughts

Comments