Complicit

We've got chains round Our necks, round our necks Still clap for the guys That keep us captured Bow for peanuts they feed us They catch us Labour and slave and they Shorten our bloodlines Laugh, make merry And tell us it's alright Tell us it's alright Let it all make sense Help me tell people What's the way forward? But we're complicit All part of the problem You say it's the government But they're not From outer space They made up of peeps With flesh and blood like You and I, that's the real Problem Lead us now but they Followed once Never took time to develop Integrity, that's the reason Most of us get there Take positions like Our fathers' properties Supposed to check their Advances, but the able men Took a cowardly way Joined the bad guys and Did nothing, leaving behind A mess Who's going to deal with it? The way forward is realizing Change begins with Us in our corners God has placed us there for a Reason, It's time to find that Reason and fulfil it We point fingers at the top Some introspection Will let you know you pra'bly Worse than the Guys you're pointing Recheck this fact and then Tell me it's wrong Until we admit we're wrong There's little or no progress That can be made Our voices are drowned In the midst of the noise That's because our words Don't hold enough water yeah Yeah, it's the truth We've got chains round Our necks Round our necks Still clap for the guys That keep us captured Bow for peanuts they feed us They catch us Labour and slave and They shorten our bloodlines Laugh, make merry And tell us it's alright Tell us it's alright Let it all make sense Help me tell people What's the way forward? But we're complicit Everyday the people be Going to church and mosque They praying to God to come down Do for them what they Supposed to do for themselves That's the real problem Leaders be stealing the Commonwealth and no one Is brave enough to let them Know there's consequences For the wrong actions We like to go behind asking For cuts instead The country is just like A crime scene, there should Be some yellow tape All around it, bandits and Kidnappers running the Main show. Someone should Say who's going to deal with it The country is Godly They said it but people Be leaving For Godless countries Funny how the Godless Countries take better care of Their citizens, look at the irony We point fingers at the top Some introspection Will let you know you pra'bly Worse than the Guys you're pointing Recheck this fact and then Tell me it's wrong Until we admit we're wrong There's little or no progress That can be made Our voices are drowned in The midst of the noise That's because our words Don't hold enough water yeah