Artist: Qwel Album: So Be It Song: Fear as a Weapon Typed by: Krauss1844@yahoo.com He don't care what you carry Not with his harp in the sky With a little bit of bright in it, like dark in it Slight heartless, his dye Irregardless of consciousness, more bombs to flip More moms to get high On a trickle down econ, what we want we got Now palms to the sky Lift the lighter to the big wick, wrist chip With a truce to the-fact-is-intrusive Got him? so solve him His problems like reaction-solutions What the fools and the gooses do? Not geeses Speech's, please, won't you vultures! Hold no regret, don't forget, get revenge In the end Serving death to this culture Quest is ahead when they step up for the sedatives Heavin' can be earth if y'all falter And all get along with authority Soul for servin' self to his alter Caught up in the halls and the walls of academia To feed his dreams that fuel the mass-media To keep 'em half-sleep hopin' that they hang the ghost That bleed quote, that stain the graffiti buffs Devil speakin' up in a sex-ed class, where the best fed pass When they speak of love the meanest lust, plus bust What's the leader from Texas name that's freein' us? From the burdens of choice, and a voice and a family What the cameras see is that we need its cuffs Tuff luck seein' somethin' the phantom sees when the phantom/phantasies us (hook) Never forget it y'all: whose stepin' on September 11th Conforming a tragedy, to authority, False-gravity peasants All false-flaggin me: what you send this white-turned widow as a present Call it respect for authority, but its really fear of his weapons A little bit a freedom is dangerous So what they teach 'em in the school is a cage to trust With a rusty cage you gotta occupy the mind With a lie, or he'll wake and the chains will bust Make 'em love his cage; he's down to rock Sound lock without a key and a place to die Face the sky from the gliding box Without a key, singing “jail is savin' us! And doin' you a favor for the afterlife PNC's are beatin' you into actin right The fascist glass in the grate on the gate Ain't it great when we view from a satellite!? White knuckles on the whip match the flash Lash the hard crash with a flash of light Snap back like shorty need 40 more of these Supported with your taxes, right!?” But at least he's free to think he thinks To be TV, control his debts Better with a broken hand and feet Than man's soulless and dead Here we go again we Babylonian The only thing I know is I don't trust myself If I can fold 'em in. Control: my only friend A little doe to construct my cell Don't disrupt my hell, shake it off my grass I like my garbage thick, Just like I like my jargon slick For bargain-day when they marchin' in With an audience for the naughty kids Who throw pedals at the feet of his pharmacist Well it's the age old cage, with a golden face The new godlessness is really all it is (hook) Never forget it y'all: whose stepin' on September 11th Conforming a tragedy, to authority, False-gravity peasants All false-flaggin me: what you send this white-turned widow as a present Call it respect for authority, but its really fear of his weapons I'd rather be a slave of love-as-authority, painted cornily But my minds my own, reminds my soul there's more in me But it provides control. They speak metaphorically When the deep controls George, a god, stones My shit literal, give it, give it. Ignore the line towed I preach that freedom is the choice to choose the master who governs Some below us, one above us. freedom unmasked and uncovered I'd rather be a slave of love-as-authority, painted cornily My minds my own, more importantly it provides control