[Urban Dialect]

it's a mystery, we're lost in history, the present?
a reset button pressed by the heaven,
so traumatic that no one remember it,
catastrophic, leaving people walking around catatonic,
those underground, inherited the earth then they came back up on it,
these are the families that know the truth but can't be honest,
re wrote the pass, and pass it on to us, it's all corrupt,
it's all a bunch of bullshit shit, and we all are stuck,
all huddled together,
like March of the Pinguins, storming the weather,
being herded like cattle out of the meadow,
your piece of the pie keeps getting little,
till the government runs your lives like a beast that's eaten its people,
maybe what I'm speaking is evil in the eyes of those that deceive you,
i got a bunch of rhymes you can read through that will lead you down this road where i can meet you, until then, this picture won't be whole, it'll be more like a brief view
into my views, my values, the reason for my attitude,
the reason i come to work in a bad mood, and get mad at you, for speaking to me as i pass through.
a material handler, dismantle ya, re-stack you on a pallet and use a forklift to jack you up,
running circles around you with shrink wrap, to wrap this up