Lyrical Breakdown of Zion I-Poems 4 Post Modern Decay Feat. Aesop Rock - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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[Intro: ~Woman~] Poems for post modern decay [Zion:] Yeah, Everyday's a new change, model life strain Microwave the brain, the babies get trained To be good worker bees, you can work for me $2.50 a week and you can sleep on the street Economoic malfuction, consume corruption Somethin's wrong with this picture, ecstacy with liquor Get a stand quicker, wither in the half moon light of my life we lose vigor By 28 we half gone already, cause the liver and the kidney corroding steady Get a doctor with some dope then he snatched confetti Got too many damn bills when my bank is empty [Chorus: ~Zion~] (I keep fallin) trippin' I can't get up I keep fallin, trippin' I gotta get up (I keep fallin) trippin' I can't get up I keep fallin, trippin' I gotta get up [Aesop Rock:] Yeah, OK, Who are the consumers What are you consuming Why are you not filtering the poison they are spooning Where you gunna be when the murder rate starts balooning Comin' to your senses on some who the fuck made you king Fame is a ghostly hope, when every hero is a number to the rotary folk That's why the low brow plow through a government name You can trace the moniker if you can chase the train I place blame with a grotesque, enemy, bloody idol Leavin' it to the innocent to remedy the cycle My centipedes agree that every pedigree's entitled to that food, clothes, medicine recipe of the vital [Zion:] I keep fallin' like I'm trippin I keep callin' be my prescription I keep fallin', and I listen I keep callin' for some assistance [Repeat Chorus: (2x)] [Zion:] Yeah, now let the beat guide dreams, I've seen my eyes wide Lookin' for a touch of the eternal, scribble in my journal Watch 'em while the world to burn, tryin' to find some serenity with every turn [Aesop Rock:] Walk with a maggot brain affiliately over the main gate Quicker than he flickerin' at a pancake(?) Shitkicker, mini, and busy, in dark-city, wick lit, tryin to make a shark frenzy bark pennies [Repeat Chorus: (2x)] [Poem:] Diabolical times of mass murder, time full of it Speak ease even conversations is nuclear They fear when its a group of us so we roll in packs Space age patriot act, they got your phone tapped cousin What you gon do? Don't let fightin' this beast make a beast outta' you Sometimes I feel like a monster cleanin my 12 gauge Contemplating if I can murder or not, escape routes, and getaways But the rude awakenin' is man, they lockin' us in cages Tellin' us to abort our babies while they collect sperm donations Attempted depletion of a righteous nation We got a 100 cable stations, but something is what none of 'em are sayin' My eyelids achin' from bein' open so wide, space age genocide They can try but they can't hide, the fact that there's hope My history ain't start on no boat, chained and bound And the beauty is found that we fall, trip, but never hit the ground