The Roots — False Media

[Intro] "And we will weaken ourselves for what is really the issue. And then, behind that all lies a very personal, intuitive belief: that I don't think old men ought to promote wars for young men to fight." [Hook: Wadud Ahmad] America's lost somewhere inside of Littleton Eleven million children are on Ritalin That's why I don't rhyme for the sake of riddling False media—we don't need it, do we? Pilgrims, slaves, Indian, Mexican It looks real fucked up for your next of kin That's why I don't rhyme for the sake of riddling False media— [Verse: Black Thought] If I can't work to make it, I'll rob and take it Either that or me and my children are starving and naked Rather be a criminal pro than to follow The Matrix Hey, it's me, the monster y'all done created, I been inaugurated Keep the bright lights out of our faces You can't shake it; it ain't no way to swallow the hatred Aim, fire, holler 'bout a dollar, nothing is sacred We gon' pimp the shit out of nature Send our troops to get my paper Tell 'em, "Stay away from them skyscrapers Ain't long 'fore you get y'all acres" I'ma show 'em who the glo-bal gangster Sentence me to four more years, thank you I'ma make you feel a little bit safer, because it ain't over— See, that's how we get your fear to control you But ain't nobody under more control than the soldier And how could you expect a kid to keep his composure When all sorts of thoughts fought for exposure again? [Hook: Wadud Ahmad] America's lost somewhere inside of Littleton Eleven million children are on Ritalin That's why I don't rhyme for the sake of riddling False media—we don't need it, do we? Pilgrims, slaves, Indian, Mexican It looks real fucked up for your next of kin That's why I don't rhyme for the sake of riddling False media—we don't need it, do we? America's lost somewhere inside of Littleton Eleven million children are on Ritalin That's why I don't rhyme for the sake of riddling False media—we don't need it, do we? Pilgrims, slaves, Indian, Mexican It looks real fucked up for your next of kin That's why I don't rhyme for the sake of riddling False media—we don't need it, do we? America's lost somewhere inside of Littleton Eleven million children are on Ritalin That's why I don't rhyme for the sake of riddling False media—we don't need it, do we? Pilgrims, slaves, Indian, Mexican It looks real fucked up for your next of kin That's why I don't rhyme for the sake of riddling False media—we don't need it, do we? False media—we don't need it, do we? False media—we don't need it, do we? False media—we don't need it, do we?