Slo-Speed - Foreign Beggars

Welcome to reality sometimes it’s hard

Migrating to a higher form of consequence

We live in the days of wars waged on different plains

African kids in shanty towns ridden with AIDS

Surviving off government hand-me-downs but still get erased

‘Cause money’s more valued than life using the system in place

There weren’t no U.N. resolution when they took Saddam

In favelas in Brazil kids are wielding arms

Innocent fingers rest on triggers, facing soldiers armed

Politicians feed their hunger when they close the farms

Street dealers sell the coke ‘cause they don’t wanna starve

Until they see a best friend overdose on it hard

Go for a job, get fired, end up broke and go rob

I’ve seen mother’s bury their youths and openly sob

The tsunami’s brought a new meaning to Boxing Day

No coffins just dead bodies swept off in a wave

Apocalypse looms, if change is coming it’s gotta be soon

But they’d probably try to find a way to profit off doom

We’re trying to speak to a nation of people who don’t heed

The future’s a state of pure evil with no peace

The truth is we need to use reason to slo-speed

But all we ever do is sit back and smoke weed

Gas masks, civilians, militants looking scared now

Let’s tear down Babylon, carrion fills the fairground

I swear down, the far sound of sirens serve as lullabies

While brothers lie nestled in gutter while their mothers cry

‘Judas' - More times we find the fight useless

We’re left with no choice, we riot because the shoe fits

It’s you and I, looking at each other like it’s do or die

Blood I’m on the verge with all my senses bordering suicide

It’s 2005, Devil’s got a breath of his own

And he’s known to switch up face to leave his presence unknown

He’ll swing a racist axe to slay a black so check where you roam

Happy slap ‘til you’re handicapped, It’s fresh on his phone

It’s not the devil it’s the evil in us, the greed and lust

Beliefs and such that fill us with a need to crush

And we vote for governments that love deceiving us

‘Cause our solution to the problem is getting weeded up

I walk these streets like a storm-trooper risen from the grave

Eyes glazed over, I’m tired of living like a slave

My mind craves a safe place but ‘til then it’s pure warfare

My thoughts bear the burning of my forefather’s torment

My youth spent cussing out all things complacent

I walk with an image of honesty in my face

It’s the one, the most furtively, suffer even the faintest glimpse

Of hope fades away as our freedom does — it’s tainted

With the blood of our brothers, yes, we’re living on pure greed

I’m’a keep spitting, hit existence at full speed

I’m’a keep spitting ‘til this vision of truth gleams through

Children who be giving their future to

Free?

There’s no plans, there’s no damn conspiracy

Religions, sects, governments and bank that tax communities

Capitalist faculties subsist off cash of you and me

The only way to speak the language of affluence is fluently

We living in them days of the man made ways where…

I toke on the resin, blow the smoke into the heavens

(Orafice Vulgatron: Spliff burning 'til we turn into sick hermits)

We living in them days of the man made ways where…

(Orafice Vulgatron: Nowadays hip-hop…)

I toke on the resin, blow the smoke into the heavens

Times is hard…