Dis-Array - D-Legionz
(D. Forson)

VERSE1

What you gon' do with your life, be false or be true?
Be true to yourself, you don't have to get used,
So many lies to get you confused,
If you ain't on point you will be abused

In this mortal state we get so exposed,
Oppression and hate, mad endless woes,
Tolerance, ignorance, folks with eyes closed,
Powers at be applyin' the blindfolds

And you know the old sayin "You don't get jack for free"
No help from your brother unless you spend cheese,
The primary thought "What's in it for me?"
Don't the Know that we all from the same family tree?

The outlooks bleak, but we ain't all damned,
There's a Father in heaven with a master plan,
Like a deep sea diver in the ocean,
You can be in the world but not of it man!

CHORUS

I need y'all to let me know, if you lot can feel my flow
And if you ain't of the world say hooooooooooo!
I need y'all to let me know, if you lot can feel my flow
And if you ain't of the world say hooooooooooo!

VERSE 2

Carnality isn't strange to humanity,
But drink drugs and sex wont increase your popularity,
But That's what they preach on TV with regularity,
To make more money off you the singularity,

Henny, Remi or is it the Chrystale?
That made you pee on yourself and knock your teeth out,
On the seventh or eleventh or twelfth of september,
You wake up in the morning, you can't remember.

Don't let me get started on the cigarette,
If you gon smoke them tings you must a wan' dead,
That's what I said wan' dead, don't try and talk smack,
They say they gon' kill you on the side of the pack.

If you don't want no burnt when you step out,
Do like Dilli go the L.O.C. route,
For people don't know, it's best you find out,
And if you already know then people wil' out!!

Bridge

Why y'all think y'all keepin' it real?
The worlds gone mad it's bout to get ill,
Blood gets spilled, more people get killed,
The one thing that will help you don't feel,

Why y'all think y'all keepin' it real?
The worlds gone mad it's bout to get ill,
The Father's love is here for us still,
So stop the madness people just chill!!

CHORUS

Fat cats sit back, countin' them stacks,
Big houses and Gucci pockets that are just as fat
And It's your dough, that keeps 'em livin' like that,
Your dough sendin' soldiers to war in I-raq,

Don't get me wrong I ain't down with the terror,
But I ain't gon' be down with the hidden agenda,
When war broke out the whole world was like OOOOooohhh!
Cos motives smelt stank like Pepe Le Pew!

What d'you think God thinks when he looks upon,
This world rife with chaos and mass corruption,
Like we all obsessed with sel-destruction
and we don't wanna heed the Lord's instruction,

If we follow his plan, we gon' be aight,
And when The Saviour comes down like a t'ief in the night,
You won't get burnt, you'll be on his right,
Like a sheep with fire insurance that's right!

CHORUS

BRIDGE


Written by D Forson for Inner Giant Productions
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