| BANTU
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| In the eye of the storm we remain calm
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| Refusing to engage snakes and charms
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| As we select dissect corporate monoliths
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| Babylon temples filled with filth
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| Digital gangsters in Zuckerberg’s realm
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| With data policies designed to overwhelm
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| When we gonna wake up and call out their bluff
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| Stick it to the man make them know we had enough
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| I hear you all say yeah we gangsta like that
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| Pawns in the game well that’s a true fact
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| Preoccupied with all the vanity
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| The poison toxic masculinity
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| Time to shake the boys knock in some sense
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| No half stepping forget the pretense
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| Too many lives lost situation tense
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| Sick and tired of clowns sitting on the fence
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| BANTU
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| Who you be na who you see
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| Perfect imperfection
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| Photoshop reality
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| Who you be na who you see
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| Perfect imperfection
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| Photoshop reality
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| BANTU
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| Addicted to likes and all the fake clicks
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| Virtual egos craving quick fix
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| Distorted realities in the matrix
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| Got everybody falling for their prewritten script
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| Broken reflections suspended in time
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| Children of denial in the bogus paradigm
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| Where you gonna run when they control your mind
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| Ain’t nobody see when the blind lead the blind
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| Deep in the barracoon survival is the grind
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| Everyman for self when the soul’s brutalized
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| How we gonna heal and bridge the disconnect
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| Too many lost followers no self respect
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| The pain ain’t vanishing it ain’t going nowhere
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| No matter how you run you gotta face your fear
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| The choices are yours demons are clear
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| No path to peace if you stay insincere
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| Who you be na who you see
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| Perfect imperfection
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| Photoshop reality
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| Who you be na who you see
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| Perfect imperfection
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| Photoshop reality |