Dammy yo - Complicit Lyrics

We've got chains round our necks, round our necks
Still clap for the guys that keep us captured
Bow for peanuts they feed us, they catch us
Labour and slave and they shorten our bloodlines
Laugh, make merry, and tell us its alright
Tell us it's alright, let it all make sense
Help me tell people, what's the way forward?
But we're complicit, all part of the problem
You say it's the government, but they're not
From outer space, they made up of peeps with
Flesh and blood like you and I, that's the real problem
Lead us now but they followed once
Never took time to develop integrity, that's the reason
Most of us get there, take positions like our fathers' properties
Supposed to check their advances, but the able men
Took a cowardly way, joined the bad guys and
Did nothing, leaving behind a mess
Who's going to deal with it?
The way forward is realizing change begins with
Us in our corners, God has placed us there for a
Reason, It's time to find that reason and fulfil it
We point fingers at the top, some introspection
Will let you know you pra'bly worse than the
Guys you're pointing, recheck this fact and then
Tell me it's wrong. Until we admit we're wrong
There's little or no progress that can be made
Our voices are drowned in the midst of the noise
That's because our words don't hold enough water yeah
Yeah, it's the truth
We've got chains round our necks, round our necks
Still clap for the guys that keep us captured
Bow for peanuts they feed us, they catch us
Labour and slave and they shorten our bloodlines
Laugh, make merry, and tell us its alright
Tell us it's alright, let it all make sense
Help me tell people, what's the way forward?
But we're complicit, everyday the people be
Going to church and mosque, they praying to
God to come down, do for them what they
Supposed to do for themselves, that's the real problem
Leaders be stealing the commonwealth and no one
Is brave enough to let them know there's consequences
For the wrong actions, we like to go behind asking
For cuts instead.
The country is just like a crime scene, there should
Be some yellow tape all around it, bandits and
Kidnappers running the main show. Someone should
Say who's going to deal with it
The country is Godly they said it but people be leaving
For Godless countries, funny how the Godless countries
Take better care of their citizens, look at the irony
We point fingers at the top, some introspection
Will let you know you pra'bly worse than the
Guys you're pointing, recheck this fact and then
Tell me it's wrong. Until we admit we're wrong
There's little or no progress that can be made
Our voices are drowned in the midst of the noise
That's because our words don't hold enough water yeah