Konshents - The Flock Lyrics

So we was in science class and our teacher was telling us about evolution
Whole time he at the board I see a cross dangling around his neck over his tie
So I asked him on what day of creation God made the Dinosaurs
He turned from the board obviously agitated and said
"Don't f*ck with me fellas"
Teachers

What makes life matter I don't know I guess
Taking Frequency and then you make it manifest
And that would be the spiritual down to the physical
So everything you say is so mother f*cking critical
We wrote the code of next week in today's speech
And wonder why we can't control what it is we see
So there's power in the tongue and I'm like a loaded gun
Every time there's a pen and a pad in my reach
I speak with peace four five with teeth
Thats a nine sixteen put the ratchet on the beat
Close casket cause clothes won't mask it
Though those we wear out of habit I need relief
Nudity so expose photo paper to solar flare
Keep peeling of these layers until no one is there
But All cause our reservations close us off
Captivity called civility limits who you are
Bars, Nah Free Styles
Not cause its off the top I'm just not here to lock you down
Release you from the prison show you exit in your crown
No more stupidity cuz the Kingdom is now

Cause a change is a coming yeah a wise man said
And if it comes early morning there'll be no one left
So all in we fall in thin line for a coffin
We grind for the flour but we get no bread
All they say is what they taught to say
And I was born to say what a God would say
So pardon me and my philosophy
You are a sheep so get the flock away

So many ways to take this until you think I'm racist
And yo you could be right but I don't have the paper
Cause in that is the power but not a stack of dollars
I mean the kind of bank that could change a nation
Federal Reservation taxation they are taking
Treason committed sovereignty to enslavement
Slaves of the past mistaken identification
They didn't kill all the natives they just changed their designation
Black and thats a legal terminology
White is a citizen black a commodity
Sold on the Market or the field or the stage
All to the highest bidder in system we can't change
Its like rearranging chairs on a burning plane
Movements not progress think running in place
And that be the plight that be killing my brain
They say that it's better cause they not sitting by wing
I'm not here save the plane I just got a parachute
To Recruit anybody that's jumping to the truth
I'm not here save the plane I just got a pair of chutes
Red or Blue down the rabbit hole or down their throat as food
You choose

Cause a change is a coming yeah a wise man said
And if it comes early morning there'll be no one left
So all in we fall in thin line for a coffin
We grind for the flour but we get no bread
All they say is what they taught to say
And I was born to say what a God would say
So pardon me and my philosophy
You are a sheep so get the flock away