The Wasteland (feat. A-F-R-O)

April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land Mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain (ha-ha-ha-ha) Afro in the building, Watson, what's up? No, the America the beautiful, it ain't what it seems Winter kept us warm covering earth America forgetful snow feeding a little life America the beautiful, it's so full of hatred I'm just trying to get a bit of an escapism Stay up out of the prison that they lock us in with no keys I'm wondering the day they take away our freedom of speech Society is brainwashed, and don't think with their own thoughts Others are distraught, depressed, and caught a major loss Like cutting off a leg or an arm, what a dark choice, mean no harm But when it goes down, I got my convoy Fight the corruption that got us under the surveillance Eye of judgment, ain't no time for smooth sailing When I rise above it, got a hater to love it No debating, it's ugly, when I roll through the rummage I'm the one to summon, no better than me when I give a speech While I'm fighting a secret society mystery Give a bit of history, it's filled with the misery America the beautiful, it isn't what it seems Looking like the wasteland in the 20s of time It seems like not a lot's changed, but the waste of the mind Wasting time, making money with lies America, the beautiful, is full of false pride The wasteland in the 20s of time It seems like not a lot's changed, but the waste of the mind Wasting time, making money with lies America, the beautiful, is full of false pride The river sweats, oil and tar, the barges drip with the turning tide Red sails wide, home of the fake road to riches It's mean and insecure, hate group bitches It's dismissive, vacuum, stuck with the slow cure Here in America, soaked in the blood and betrayal Too big to fail America, the beautiful, full of pride Private eyes, lies, corporate America Based on Lord of the flies which comes at a cost Which could cost you your soul lost control Tossed into the cold pool 'cause nothing comes free In the land of the thief, a branded dream Corrupted by demand and greed Eat, sleep, consume, then work in between Feeding the Big Brother's empirical Ponzi scheme And as the cell towers, tower toward absolute power The gospel of hip-hop was written for this very hour Empower the people, 'cause the cats in the crib Took a bite of Eve's apple and opened my eyes Looking like the wasteland in the 20s of time It seems like not a lot's changed, but the waste of the mind Wasting time, making money with lies America, the beautiful, is full of false pride The wasteland in the 20s of time It seems like not a lot's changed, but the waste of the mind Wasting time, making money with lies America, the beautiful, is full of false pride The wasteland in the 20s of time Not a lot's changed, but the waste of the mind Wasting time, making money with lies America, the beautiful, is full of false pride The wasteland in the 20s of time Not a lot's changed, but the waste of the mind Wasting time, making money with lies America, the beautiful, is full of false pride What is that sound high in the air? Murmur of maternal lamentation Were those hooded hordes swarming Over endless plains, stumbling and cracked earth Ringed by the flat horizon only What is the city over the mountains? Cracks and reforms and bursts in the violet air Falling towers, Jerusalem, Athens, Alexandria, Vienna, London, Unreal