Broadcasting Lies

The music that I’m hearing broadcasting across the radio/
It aint made for you and me it’s just made to be sold/
How does it make you feel to know your just a pawn in a deal/
You didn’t even get a say in what they told you was real/

It feels like I’ll never sell a record unless I sell myself short/
So I just tell myself this is better even when accounts say I’m poor/
I’m struggling to make ends meet/
But I’ll be starving on the streets before I sell out my speech/

Living off my parents while I’m two stepping with a dream/
Two breaths before a sentence I inhale then release/
Hope I breathe fire to consume what I see/
So I can give a rebirth into what music was supposed to be/

A message of togetherness ascending theses pencils/
Instead of ghost writers pushing pencils to sell us our own stencils/
We were made to mesmerize and capture a bit of soul/
But now it’s just remember to buy don’t make dreams of your own/

Locking up us freedom fighters breeding all the sheep inside us/
They’re turning up the heat so slow we don’t even realize it/
Only freedom lives inside us I suggest you sit beside it/
Before they’ve got you sold on how you have to go and buy it/

HOOK


They’re broadcasting lies across our radio waves/
They’re just thinking bout their pockets not enriching our days/
They’re trying to turn us thoughtless just by banging 808’s/
Well I’m banging right back from a studio I made/

They’re broadcasting lies across our radio waves/
They’re just thinking bout their pockets not enriching our days/
They’re trying to turn us thoughtless just by banging 808’s/
Well I’m banging right back from a studio I made/

Bridgeish
Quick shout out to CKRW for playing audio garbage attacking my fucking headspace/ Word up

Verse

I’ve seen Mc’s beef on my streets over credibility/
Just attacks no support systems just barking over frequencies/
If you ask me they should equalize and become a team/
But that’s coming from an outsider not picking up beefs shouting for peace/

I’m no fucking saint but I try to practice what I preach/
So if you heard me spitting frees you’ve heard me spitting for unity/
Everybody gets a shot inside the circle/
I don’t discriminate even if your lost in your own world/

Cause I’ve been there another rapper living up to a status quo/
The only thing it showed me was to show respect for those trying to grow/
And escape a vicious system turning us against our rhythm/
I’m coming back like a natural mystic to actualize my vision/

You’ll never hear this played on a fucking radio station/
I’m keeping it too real even when I’m rapping about spaceships/
I think that says lot about the worlds current situation/
Like real thinkers look like aliens in a world growing less patient/

I’m just a broke caucasian waist deep in education/
But I’m drowning from the internet and all it’s misguided information/
Sorting through the lies one advertisement at a time/
I’m realizing it’s the radio that’s fucked my music is fine/



HOOK

They’re broadcasting lies across our radio waves/
They’re just thinking bout their pockets not enriching our days/
They’re trying to turn us thoughtless just by banging 808’s/
Well I’m banging right back from a studio I made/

Art has left me humble while money’s left me hungry/
The radio keeps telling me my music’s not enough to be/
A way to make a living but I’m giving all I got/
To keep on living own a spot and most important make difference/