Social Ills

[Chorus: Godessa] So many social ills, society breeds It's like sobriety kills the reality that feeds Off the air that we breathe there is no need to decieve Through the eye of the beholder, I can see [Verse: Shame] Is it your Nike sneakers or Filas that breaches The code of conduct that features in stores Collecting salaries like whores on low calories Both trying to marry me with fashionable jeans So expensive can't tear the seam apart From the need to laugh at a gifted form of art Switch the norm from light to dark Don't you know that Adam and Eve draped leaves right from the start It's hard to understand why you don't wear what you like You wear what you think that they think is tight And I don't think it's right To find replicas of Jennifer's all over the world Every boy and girl as fake as extentions or curls Those keeping it real and those chilling of coz Keep flossing that s*** to spinning these words Coz popular culture's a b***h is what I heard [Verse: EJ] Right if I'm different never judge me by your book See what I wear and how I look, might leave the in crowd shook Like the fingerprints of a crook (crook) You can immediatley make that distinction by just one look It's like society conditions you to be a clone And when your seeds grow up they lack a mind of their own And the media perpetuates the situation With advertising rituals as the exclamation [Repeat Chorus 2x: Godessa] [Interlude: Godessa] Eye of the beholder... so many social ills (social ills) [Verse: Burni] It's the possible critcal multi cutural particles Phsyological visuals the typical individual Don't wanna bordem with oricals, wanna stick up their nostrils Guillible one syllable mediocre individuals If you don't fit the conventional essential Editorial like cartoon pictorials Individual development ain't affortable so this is in memorial Of people with hair in all the wrong follicles Probable cause as society flaws caught in the claws Can't be original of course I got a divorce from Levi's jaws and musical whores Media is the source when it comes to mental source And public applause Knowledge of self is personal wealth we need to question ourselves And kick pink panther mickey mouse snouts with big mouths Below their motherf***ing belts (that's what I'm saying!) [Verse: EJ] Deviation from the norm Is similar navigation in the storm This mainstream slave ship is sailing and before long You will mourn when your individuality is gone So caught up in material bulls*** That the thought of being real seems putred Whatever else you hear seems to be muted or strange Coz imitations the epitome' of fear for change [Repeat Chorus 2x: Godessa]