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letra de fear of qliphoth (feat. emily ertle) - father rhyme

[intro: father rhyme]
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wake up to spite the reaper and eternal rest
get up to escape from the shadows that lurk
get out of your head, take off the mask
get out there and get to work, uh

[verse 1: father rhyme]
livin’ my life with light and darkness in the balance
out burnin’ bright like i’m the sun, don’t be callous
lookin’ at the ways that we give into the madness
and send the world down the rabbit hole like alice

this is a story ‘bout a world that’s sick
seems like every news story makes the clock go “tick”
solve world hunger if we eat the rich
we can do the kim possible, “what’s the sitch?”

we out here gettin’ eaten up alive like we on the menu
it’s near to automata in this b-tch ‘cuz this cannot continue
law is immortality, it’s puttin’ us at odds
weaponizing christianity to become as gods

to take a fighter like george floyd after the may weather
man, i can only hope that right now, he’s somewhere better
free from the sinners that took his pride
they’re perpetratin’ homicide, harbingers of omnicide
that’s because it never ends in foreverhood
and i’m just tryna see the next day, ha
not because i live in the hood
but unlike the boys of backstreet, they want it that way

don’t take my help if you want, guess i’m the vaccines
i’m just the rapper that can really bat for all teams
so get to typin’, don your armor, them computer screens
“what does he know? he’s just a rapper, he ain’t socrates”

[chorus: emily ertle]
still waitin’ on the change that never comes
only fight when there’s a crowd
but the fire dies back down
it always does
still the same beneath the dust
i pray it’s not too late for us

[verse 2: emily ertle]
we tryna defund the police and the paper bag president
but money don’t grow on trees, so they’ll just plant more evidence
skin is the new cotton, fabric of oppression
laundry day mentality, we keep the lights and darks separate

no stains in our textbooks, we bleach history lessons
but civil war chapters sound like someone’s takin’ attendance
oppressed remain nameless, oppressors get bullied letters
cuz editors don’t recall, call ‘em senator, jeff sessions
they call this the new world, but we’re disciples of habit
keep the narratives cyclical, won’t recycle our plastic
to maga fanatics missing days of white picket classes
there’s a great pacific patch that matches your demographic

dogmatic static opinions operatically spattered
radical racists on twitter reload clips from russian algorithms
built to wreak havoc, but haven’t broken a thing
gatekeeping justice since the day we stole the land of the free

[bridge: father rhyme & emily ertle]
and i can’t wait to change my life
to get stronger for the people in my life
to help to rid the world of any and all strife
and leave behind the knife

[verse 3: father rhyme]
i mean, i know they say that ignorance is bliss
that’s why spouting hate goes like this:
you just screamin’ like kiss, words deflate like “hiss,” this conversation is swiss
nah, let’s hear this
apparently, we can’t support a black man when he takes a knee
but y’all came out in droves to support a white man when he took a knee
congratulations, y’all can clearly demonstrate the hypocrisy
that was needed to set up an all-out attack against our democracy

obama said to those who cannot see it’s bad
why’s it so hard to say n-z-s are bad?
i believe life will change if we get our mind right
getcha eyes checked and use 2020 as hindsight

there was a lotta people felt we had to settle
to bring order top to bottom, from montana to atlanta
but we knew america was tired of it by then
i am always ready and willing to settle for something better than a

secular, psychos-xual, second agent of orange
the perfect metaphor because nothing rhymes with orange
and without the rhyme or reason, the music will just die
i don’t wanna go my whole life askin’ “why?”

why do people suffer? the world get rougher?
finding a reason to fight get tougher?
trayvon, i don’t wanna see another
i wanna walk the street without worrying my mother

what with the pd rackin’ up a k/d
little boys beg cuz they don’t wanna see the md
“just follow the rules?” they’ll k!ll yo ass over an id
it’s basketball with all this shootin,’ kd

politicizing someone’s right to exist
and you wonder why, for strength, people hold up they fist
what it means to be a patriot is lost on me
we might as well say r-i-p to francis scott key

[outro: father rhyme]
all i want for christmas eve is to see you smile
to take it back from the thieves, the oh-so-vile
you see, the riots was a break in to break out
we came to steal our future back, we need an infiltration route

our lives ain’t really been the same since the big bang
but there can be no light without dark
but to a land of red and white and black and blue is where we embark
a strange world with strange fruit that y’all let hang

we fight together, yeah, we’re cancelin’ the qliphoth
to reach this final fantasy, we’ll k!ll fate, sephiroth
i fear death cuz before i go
i wanna see the world glow ‘fore i knock on the door

i still have faith in this world, that’s the hemingway
and now’s the time to correct your mistakes
so, let me ask, where were you when it was time to right wrongs?
where have you been cuz i been searchin’ all along

- father rhyme

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