Hypocrite

by Gepetto

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released July 22, 2009

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Track Name: Hypocrite
you read about it but it's not your reality/
all those poor folks might as well be in another galaxy/
but from the hills you could almost see the whole
battle scene/
the gun shots, police cars and blood splattering/
but from that spot on the ridge, it don't matter, see/
as long as you're not there it won't affect your family/
fuck if its not fair when your budget increase annually/
teaching kids with actions when you preachin' a fantasy/

but wait, who am i to judge you rasin' your seed/
when i came from the same money, now moved
to northeast/
and you don't have to see these neighborhoods,
but i do/
i'm on the east side like the rest of 20-something white youth/

cause its just a little thing called gentrification
its a brand new trend thats been sweeping the nation
like, each and every day another tenant displaced, and/
another young white rich kid to replace them
but i'ma wait until they're gone to go and see the place
cause i don't want to have to see the look on their face
ii'll take your meal and your shelter, i know it sound crazy/
cause i wouldn't ever take that food directly from your baby/
i wouldn't knock on your door, come and tell you to leave/
but i'd let someone else do it and then sell me the lease/

we wouldn't knock on their doors, come and tell them to leave/
but we'd let someone else do it and then sell us the lease/

cause we're desensitized to the endless lies/
and it intensifies this immense disguise/
theres a mask on the truth thats conventionalized/
til we're convinced that it makes no sense to try/

we're desensitized to the endless lies/
and it intensifies this immense disguise/
theres a mask on the truth thats conventionalized/
til we're convinced that it makes no sense to try/

now, you see your beemer as it sparkles thru your ray bans/
and you don't trust no one that's darker than fake tan/
cause you the type of cat thats more concerned with your fashion/
you don't understand the concept of affirmative action, like/
"it's not fair that they get the advantage,
i'm not the one that fucked em over,
and its not my fault they can't manage"
you really don't understand the income of your parents
gives you a million opportunities your work doesn't merit
you didn't earn that desk job or a chance to go to college,
don't be stupid, people have to feed fam on a couple dollars a day/
shine shoes while we pollish our fate/
i get the chance to like, live learn and fall on my face/
i get the chance to like, give, earn and call it a day, cause/
the difference is opportunity, and education
but i'm just a hypocrite with an anti-corporate slogan
cause people who actually change things are no fun!

we're desensitized to the endless lies/
and it intensifies this immense disguise/
theres a mask on the truth thats conventionalized/
til we're convinced that it makes no sense to try/

we're desensitized to the endless lies/
and it intensifies this immense disguise/
theres a mask on the truth thats conventionalized/
til we're convinced that it makes no sense...

it don't take a genius to decode the secret
we spend our trust funds on weed, clothes and sneakers
go to the coffee shop, or the bar on the weekend
and talk a bunch of shit that we think is real deep,
but what's the real reason, and what's the best solution?
solar panels on your mansion ain't exactly revolution/
but most people just flip the chanel
to find the next amusing thing they land on,
so we don't have a leg to stand on

but look at me talking shit, i'm the one
that hits the drive thru so i can eat my chicken on the run/
and i'm trying not to look at my hands, i know they're filthy
does it make it any better that i feel a little guilty?
not really, fuck it, give me a hot philly steak
drop the ill break to kill the bad taste/
and i'll lip-sync my words like Milli-Vanilli, worse?
commit suicide if my fans don't kill me first/
guess its a blessing and a curse,
to see someone suffer and feel a piece of their hurt
so like in between the moments of my own great life/
i see the crippled baby birds that just won't take flight/

and i think about it, every day and night i think about it
as i poison the water that we've been drinking out of/
the situaiont ain't rosy, i'll run the ring around it/
but i won't do shit, i only read about it

i'm desensitized to the endless lies...