Treasure Island

Dexsta Ray


Couldn't Hide It From Me


Take your hand and spread the olive oil in shape of a cross
Brainwashing compilations of communities lost
Propaganda ran rampant through the streets
While gentrification just takes away a place to sleep
Oh the vagrant families
Gunshots taking lives like a thief
You wouldn't believe how many people here could die in a week
They couldn't hide it from me
Uncle Sam didn't care
Dogmatic appearance
Indoctrination everywhere
Televised lies and obloquy envelope the nation
In the hour of apocalypse
Society's changing
And I refused to stand here waiting on another to come
Like I missed the last bus in a hurry for prom
I think its time for us to open up our eyes
Bureaucracy's skewed
And hoping you don't see the lies

Submitted: Friday, October 26, 2012
Edited: Saturday, October 27, 2012

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