Song: Program
Year: 2021
Viewed: 23 - Published at: 8 years ago

Intro (muted):
I've got run in my head like a program
Got a gun to my head like I'm goddamned
Slits on my wrist like a wristband
Nerves on my fist for the disband



V1:
I don’t understand why they all try to play me
I don’t got a plan, when I fail you can blame me
Vision in the back your conviction is a maybe
You gonna save yourself while pretending that you saved me?

Ignorance is bliss
Awareness is a risk
I was cursed with the courage so there’s nothing that I miss

Here’s a little tip
Don’t you ever take a sip
We don’t have thе same tolerance ignorе me when I flip
See I'm reaching for the top like the mountains in my view
And I'm preaching for a cause like a resurrection's due
Got me seething for a brawl like there’s venom on my tooth / teeth
Got us meeting under lock / key, got us plotting something new / key

Yeah I’m tryna start anew I’m just tryna live my truth
I'm just choking on a voice that has turned my throat blue

I’m just following the cue, of the chosen fucking few
I’m just focusing on noise that is drowning blurred rules



Hook:
I’ve got run in my head like a program
Got a gun to my head like I'm goddamned
Slits on my wrist like a wristband
Nerves on my fist for the disband

Ay you nervous?



V2:
An army that’s too short of conscripts to fight
A workforce who bankrupts the whole enterprise
A landowning gentry’s now in on the bribe
Arson, assault - yo the state’s occupied
Officials and lawyers and banks on the side
Fascist corruption’s got all the limelight
Nationalist stupid delusional pride
The common man’s ego takes over his mind

Economy's failing we’re barely alive
Active resistance will barely survive
When all goes to hell; they’ve got you in mind
You’ll pick up their tools and swallow your pride

Hip hop is a political movement
Art is a social improvement
Gold is the mind of a student
Truth in my rhyme is prudent


Hook:
I’ve got run in my head like a program
Got a gun to my head like I'm goddamned
Yo Slits on my wrist like a wristband
Nerves on my fist for the disband



V3:
Yeah I came with the gift of the spoken word
Yeah I came with a gist that I may be heard
Cuz what I’m bout to say is by God the truth
From a sinner with a taste for forbidden fruit
We’ve got a little ways till we end up dead
Ain’t nobody can escape thine will be shed
Keep an eye up on your sins they will be bled
But till that day comes please make your bed

Aye Make your bed please make your bed

Smart not hard you’ll make your bread
Close the tap and don’t drink the lead
And take to heart what Jesus said


Love thy neighbor – like thyself
Save thy paper – spend thy wealth
Kill they slaver – save thy health
Be the braver – love till death



Hook:
I’ve got run in my head like a program
Got a gun to my head like I'm goddamned
Yo Slits on my wrist like a wristband
Nerves on my fist for the disband

Said you nervous ?

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