Trophy & A Grave ft. Zen Stokely & Marcus Lee Lyrics

And I find it oddly calming

How the priests are still embalming

All the children that are falling

From the plague

Used to see this shit as tragic

Want to know who made us addicts

Getting angry at the traffic

That we made

Euphemized the Ring o'Rosie

Now our pockets full of posies

Good for you

Now here's a trophy and a grave

Here's a trophy and a grave

Here's a trophy and a grave

Modern-day savages

Scandals for the scandalous

A panel for the analysts

To add a list of damages

Accumulated, feudalism

Rumored and ruminated

By the chosen few that like to choose

The way the truth is painted

Who could make it what it is?

Or even what it's out to be?

Or outwardly interpreted

Through mediums that count the sheep

I was never woke, I only spoke

When I was sound asleep

Tales from other folks

But turn the hoax into reality

TVs to streams

Dope-heads and fiends

Coke, feds and lean

Most led between

Many schemes

From Saturday to Sabbath

The ending-times were patented

To liquify the average population

Yeah, that's why I'm always

Deep in contemplation

Never stop and rather stalk it

Like I'm hawking on an ancient

Discovery of a black hole

Without a cash flow

Because the people that control it

Never had soul

And I find it oddly calming

How the priests are still embalming

All the children that are falling

From the plague

Used to see this shit as tragic

Want to know who made us addicts

Getting angry at the traffic

That we made

Euphemized the Ring o'Rosie

Now our pockets full of posies

Good for you

Now here's a trophy and a grave

Congratulations

Here's a trophy and a grave

Congratulations

Here's a trophy and a grave

Thank a corpse for the sacrifice

Better late infantilizing

Occupy my coffin if you're righteous

Ain't no compromising

Icy in the morgue

Betting boredom looking tantalizing

Mighty is the tide, the second wave

Won't need no magnifying

Itemized the lies you crying

Eyes denied the evidence

I've arrived at violent ideation

For your decadence

Biden in the whitest lighting

Never even made amends

Likened to the idols

Of the "I don't know" Supremacists

I just want the scientists

To dominate the topic

Not allow the fire fist

To claim it's metabolic

We all looking for logic

It's toxic with no compass rose

Closed your ears 'cause you're talking

While your pockets went cold

I'm sitting, gawking and often

I dream of where we could've been

Utilized the organizing

For the rising of kids

But we shifted from adopting

All these options for a spin

Into planned obsolescence

And we called that a win

And I find it oddly calming

How the priests are still embalming

All the children that are falling

From the plague

Used to see this shit as tragic

Want to know who made us addicts

Getting angry at the traffic

That we made

Euphemized the Ring o'Rosie

Now our pockets full of posies

Good for you

Now here's a trophy and a grave

Congratulations

Here's a trophy and a grave

Congratulations

Here's a trophy and a grave

Coming from an ignorant

Everybody's indifferent

Living in capitalism

And chasing dividends still

Peering out in the waiting room

It's fatal view

Motherfuckers dying

The government standing still

I ain't expecting any different

Been doing this for years

To We The People looking down

From the steeple there go the evil rulers

Watching us smile

As long as we generate some change

Just to get by

I remember being scared

For the homie Twon

While he was lying in the hospital

Hoping he don't die

How many others experience that?

Watching they loved ones on the drive

Away from home

Awaiting the phone

Call with anxiety

Piety it seems

You either mask up, or vax up

Or both, there is no between

For real

Say a prayer for the healers

Cause no one cares if this virus

Is built to just kill us

They some real life villains

And I find it oddly calming

How the priests are still embalming

All the children that are falling

From the plague

Used to see this shit as tragic

Want to know who made us addicts

Getting angry at the traffic

That we made

Euphemized the Ring o'Rosie

Now our pockets full of posies

Good for you

Now here's a trophy and a grave

Congratulations

Here's a trophy and a grave

Congratulations

Here's a trophy and a grave