It is what it is

I'll prolly get some shit tonight

I'll prolly get a head change tonight

Cause my brain needs some stimulation
Something other than what a playstation can provide
So I take it in stride

And I deconstruct the entagled web
Which has engrained itself in the ebb
of the fabric of our lives

Like bounty
I too absorb
The shit that has been force fed to us

By the media,
expedia
Expiditing our demise

And some may surmise
That it's all been contrived

for generations 

Starting with the hip gyrations

our ancestors knew the formula

but the rythm got lost in the conversation

Conspiritors don't sit around and wait
For change

They are the reason for a
paradigm shift

Call it what you will
It is what it is

Like it it not
We are the people
We are the world

We are the children