Michael George - Tunin' In Lyrics

I can't listen to the words they speak
Got the wrong tone and an egregious reach
Wishin we could listen to the words they teach
But to do that shit is to feed a hungry leech

Temptresses appear very sweet
Welcome you to join them when they sittin' in their seat
Having lucid visions of all my dreams
Unaware that my conscious might be under siege

Sittin' quietly attracted to a prophecy
But moronically we been searching constantly
Looking for consistency praying on the mysteries
But honestly man... That don't mean shit to me

If I would spit it honestly then my philosophy
Is simply that we fed up with monotony
I can feel destiny jockin me, fate is plottin G
So do one thing and just promise me

Counteract these monopolies that's developing
And enveloping societal catastrophe
I don't know what's coming after me
But one thing that I know is that it will be lackin' see

Logically there's probably ain't much stopping me
To expose these drastically frequent fallacies
I Can feel enemies tracking me
But the word is that they be straight up lackin' with efficiencies

Got a package on him so he got the ratchet on him
Kinda hard to watch how the pack age a homie
Chemicals bring the plague on the lonely
And if guilt makes men wet then they be soakin'

So I just disengage from the phonies
Superficial greed will always RIP below me
Dolla signs in they eyes they be glowin'
It be bringing out their true colors for the showin'

Sittin back takin' cracks at the facts
We're just letting slacking wacks jack us for hella stacks
Snap back for the lives Johnny done crack
The truth been quiet but the static brings the flack

News televize snakes on the rise
Still you can't go and justify no homicide
Innocent get swat by the SWAT like flies
Money gets thrown around just to cover up the genocide

Either ask why or we won't ever rise
A college try never wasted take it from the wise
Ignorance multiplies and we oblige
As they openly fantasize on our demise

I wanna ease your disenchanted minds
With bars so hot they could sublime a dime
It's about time that we question why
Isn't piff legalized but murder is legitimized?

No matter where you grew up as a kid
Every jurisdiction repping colors in this bitch
Every other year be frequent as a f*cking bitch
To step up in the booth, put a name on the tick

While our brains fry from the Facebook feed
Non-authorities sway us through the screen
Cut ties with those seeing differently
Mesmerized with the lies from words we read

We in charge of our life decide who got the rock
Maybe you passed it and you just forgot?
We can live expecting and up with squat
They owe us not earn ya spot or get forgot

Watch in shock cheetoh fro calls shots
While the UN gawks we look like the laughing stock
Wish I could tip the hands of the mother f*cking clock
But, by then maybe the shepard done killed his flock

We're tunin' into the blasphemy!
We're tunin' into the blasphemy!