Props to Ali, the son of Abdul for allowing us to upload this video
Off the album, Imperial Sensation (Spring 2010).
Label: Peep The Revolution
Director: Jake Kovnat
Dope track, hear more from Ali, the son of abdul at the following sites
http://www.myspace.com/alithesonofabdul
http://www.sonofabdul.com
contact the artist at sonofabdul@gmail.com
LYRICS
In 2044
they'll put a chip up in your arm
measure width and length
of all your limbs when your born
document our movements and
note predictive patterns
classrooms with scanners
directed into your mantel
manage to continue the products
of our environment
bottle water sipping
the product is our environment
fossil fuel slippage
were tarnishin environment
processed food sippin on cola
is what our diet is
frying it
cigarette toking is why he dieing an
buying it along with the fashionable attire an
flashing it infront passers and common
tired in
nine to five
they trapped into traffic and can not hide from it
signs in this, plentiful i wonder where the sky has been
more important wonder will i ever see the sky again
billboards is hoaring over 401 the world is closing
i found comfort in the sunset
what will my son get
no ration
now im asking
what will my son get
tryina read while they blastin
what will my son get
more harassment
im asking
what will the young get
no compassion
and answers?
what will the young get get
more neglect
and discouragement
what will the young get
premature loss of parenting
when will the gun end
end the bullets in production
where are we coming
where we gone
where we come from
the expiration of the physical mail
exploitation of the workers who
be stitching my gear
a sweatshop contributes fluid
to the oceans on sphere
will we continue to be rooted into
separate tiers
we will continue to encourage
some our students to fail
teach that some will reach the stars
some be reaching for bail
you can weigh the situation or be tipping the scale
you can lay an sit complacent or
be changing the deal
i got things in different places
tryna take what they steal
want the gem back off the crown
off the back of the bill
want the dirt felt in my palm
from where Muhammad went ill
i want the rebirth
of the son who premature to be killed
what will my son get
parole papers and restricted summers
your guess as good as mine
hope he isn't just a number
hope his sin digits isnt
all to his existence
can we overcome this, what will my son get
middle finger made a single
finger hit the trigger
bullet drift an lick a person
wasnt meant to injure
surgeon wasnt quick
emergency the sirens flicker
sermon left the scene
i saw the spirit as it lifted
murder is the scene
perpetuate the current fixture
murder on eachother till
you murdering the mirror
questions often follow
whats her talent was he gifted
all of those are hollow
i see sadness in the victims
family you tell me what exact their retribution
tell me how subtract the bullet from the gun thats shooting
tell me how extract the violence from the mind thats bloomed in
violence is the foundation of our every movement
violence it is found places that you never knew it
violence sells the product has us fight for who can use it
marketing the violence and the box aint child proof an
given at a price that is affordable for you
what will my son get
more marketing of violence
what will the young get
more targeting and sirens
what will my son get
more drugs at lower prices
what will the young get
a device to loose the mind in
what will the young get
codes to make the secret level
what will my son get
confuse god with with the devil
when will the front end
Good song can you post lyrics?
NoFear457 1 year ago
@NoFear457 lyrics haven ow been posted , thanks for your request
newsoundera 1 year ago