The Truth We Speak - Sweatshop Union

Well I’m turning 20 in my prime, isn’t that divine

I’d dine in the sunshine but it’s hard to find the time

Or maybe i try to justify all i do, you can trust i follow through

When i holler at you.

And for a dollar or 2, new gear and free brew

We followed something new from a different point of view

And the few that really cared were all to well aware

Of the people at the shows at the bottom of the stairs

Nightmares and dreams, It all just seems

To be one more piece to life’s great scheme

And still i fiend for things i don’t even need

And it keeps me from these rhymes and beats

That i conceive.

My eyes can see everything clear

I treasure what i hear and make pleasure for the ears

This year what’s kinda rough’s now fit to follow luck

Disappear without a buck and let em wallow in the muck

Some think i’m dumbstruck but really I’m just stuck

As the last of a breed that still give a fuck

The truth we speak on loose leaf sheets, we mostly communicate through these

beats

Babylon must run it’s course and from its course will rise again

Self absorbed and self-important

The sun is scorching the eyes of men

The same system that made victims

Of our forefathers teaches us to read and write but

Seed and soil we feed and toil we

Claim we’d really like to see the light

Movements come, movements go

Destruction easy improvement slow

You can nod your head, come to the show

But just stay the same, never truly know

Dont just say it, know it, feel it, be it, show it

Stay focused, take notice, and all else will follow

Relax, vibrate, we’ll be ourselves tomorrow, ourselves tomorrow

You have been listening

To the sounds of the dirty circus

We hope this song

Was worth every penny of your purchase