Braintax - The Grip Lyrics
Braintax:From the furthest point East to the wildest WestPowers travelled round the planet on a bloody conquestEuropean kings and priests with omnipotenceSoldiers freakin out in foreign lands killing citizensAnd worse still spreading germs and plaguesNow is so much a result of those bad old daysFrom the town hall, to inner-city architectureFrom the money in Surrey to sweatshops up in LeicesterCasino alcholics in the Mid-West,junkies in Brazil feel the effects of mass deathThe urge to learn killed by a greed for piles of goldAnd churches justifying lives being soldThough the culprits change, control rarely shiftsOnly China comes close to even f#@*^!g with thisThis world we call Earth and the system I disA lifestyle full of work where we barely existLook at Chile now - decimated native populations held downThe rich, white powers holding onWith British backing like Malaysias arms buyingThe same gangs running the showAnd Im trying to see through this and not become a lone hitmanOut to kill that ***** Maggie Thatcher with a sick planSick *****, supporting Pinochet in extraditionOn telly, she put my brain into a strange positionSo do you come to terms with devilish ways?Or do you try to escape, run away or start to pray ?I try to think about the positive thingsOne Love, no queen, one god, no kingI wish I had the will to fight backBe at the World Trade Centre all dressed in blackMe and an angry packInstead I just rap and give backAnd see a rich life and think..I still want to live thatIts so subtle how they muddle usNow life is so complex we let the small things trouble usAnd revolution ? Forget that for the one factWe dont have the arms to even try to competeIts even easier to keep your head down and stay asleepAnd while youre lying there counting see your face in them sheepAnd thats deep but not as deep as losing a child,Seeing his teeth crushed by the rifle butt by your village hutPure grief, thanks to far away beefFried in messed-up religion half-baked in beliefSo I wont stop rappimg till you get my driftThat were held in the Grip getting sorely dissedCapitalists are we, we pretend were notBuying better trainers each year, connecting dotsWe go from first job to next job, to mortgage to kidsMake it harder to be happy 9-to-5in to liveMe Im striving to give but Ill hustle like madJust to get ahead in lifeI need money so bad, yeah Im pissed nowSo do you get my gist now ?If hell existed, half the worlds already in the lift down..In the Grip
