W.Flandez / J.Cruz
(Verse 1)
Beauty really must be in the eye of the beholder
Sick old men keep bustin’ nuts as baby girls look older
But what we s’pose to do? We
s’posed to reprimand her? Scold her?
Concern’s a little late because her pimp already sold her.
I told her curiosity is possibly what eats us, it beats us, defeats us
and obviously mistreats us
From magazines to movie screens vindictively it cheats us
Completes us, temporary satisfaction feeds us, then leaves
Marchin’ to the beat of programmed drums
We’re idolizin’ soldiers armed with money not with guns
Chosen ones, posin’ ones, loathin’ ones, pokin’ fun
People keep conforming to afraid of what’s to come
(Chorus)
What’s it all about, is everything so perfect
Must you scream and shout, when we can’t even feel
What’s real, what’s da deal,
Must we all be so perfect
(Verse 2)
The second verse, just ain’t rehearsed
I feel I should reiterate the message from the first, but let’s reverse
Pretendin’ to be cleansed by all the tears that we have cried
Yet turnin’ all our backs to issues that have pent up deep inside,
Kneelin’ but stealing, and clouding up what’s true
Knowin’ if they lie to God, next it could be me and you
War, disease, poverty, philosophies, doing whatcha think is right in
the thoughts of Socrates, brings me to my knees in the face of opposition,
necessities, look at what is missin’, is anybody listen’
I doubt it see you’re lyin’, you worry bout wat clothes to wear when
innocence is dying. How dare you, how
dare I, how dare we, life ain’t free
Must we all go blind for everyone of us to see..
Let’s take responsibility y’all