Crooked Ways Lyrics - Propaganda

Word to Grandpops who couldn't fathom the Obama-sis 

I don't hate America, just demand she keeps her promises 

20-teens looking like the 60's, it's crazy 

A nationwide deja vu, what my people 'posed to do? 

Go to schools named after the Klan founder 

Word 'round town is y'all don't see why we frowning 

Native American students forced to learn about Junípero Serra 

How is that fair, bruh? 

Some heroes unsung and some monsters get monuments built for 'em 

But ain't we all a little bit a monster? We crooked! 

Man, your heroes are worthless 

And man can sure try, but only God gives purpose 

You crooked! 

Be humble or be quiet 

Your kingdom can catch flames as effortless as riots 

Entire empire's a card castle, chill 

And the strength of your whole team is crumbled with one meme 

It's crooked! 

Your whole works is twisted 

He ain't old enough to buy beer but go on and enlist him 

Send him to Iraq and why he come back crazy? 

'Cause no human being should see the inside of a baby 

You expect trust in a system that needed to be convinced 

Of the madness of trusting a court that waved a Confederate flag 

It's crooked! 

That's twisted, demented, perverted, got fallen written all over us 

And got the nerve to judge each other 

Crooked! 

That logic fatally flawed 

Like sickness is a sign that you out of the will of God 

Like one ounce of crack gains the same amount of jail time 

As eighteen of cocaine, but ain't they the same thing? 

It's crooked! 

Stay eating our own kind 

And muster up a scandal 'stead of celebrating shine 

And somehow that's righteous like the world needs to know 

We exposing them posers with judgmental boulders 

Crooked! 

And at one time, we built pyramids 

One can only wonder why we ain't wiped ourselves out yet 

We're as good as it gets: crooked! 

Clueless buffoons put a man on the moon 

And I still can't get cellphone reception in my room 

It's crooked! 

Boy, that's often off-kilter 

Awful standoff-ish, plan is outlandish 

And awful uncanny, resemblance a mis-mark 

Like Chris Columbus might as well have landed in Denmark 

Me - just an Allstar Chuck Taylor rhyme sayer 

And the fact I ain't get lost on the way here is amazing 

Me - just a crooked stick in all of its goodness 

And somehow the school-to-prison pipeline missed this 

And moving minds swiftly and change an entire industry 

Tailor-made for greatness 'cause cuz got bad blood 

Yeah, y'all still looking at a Tunnel Rat 

Pen player, earthworm, battle cat, hates trend 

Might learn my lesson the day after the world ends 

And been wrestling with it since my wife was my girlfriend 

Crooked like I'll take a bullet for my wife 

Yet I wonder what's under the skirt of the girl on my flight 

These eyes are mine, wander off sight, come and get me 

Homie, I'm not a leader, just a hippie with daddy issues 

Shatter dreams and promises, a closed-minded hypocrite 

All the while standing in the pulpit, the culprit 

We are all of the above, right and wrong and indifferent 

Yet none of the above, it naturally fit in this 

Subjects and predicates subjected to my detriment 

Dedicated to elevating devastating pride 

It's quite a ride but if you look inside, bruh 

Some things just don't make sense, go wit' it 

We stay perplexed at the truth that defies logic 

But who say that logic the best way to understand it? 

Man, that's the thinking of our colonizers 

Truth is proven only through ears and eyes and 

If you can't touch it, then you can't trust it 

That's why they can't explain the love in my daughter's eyes 

And that's that conscious rap, oh that's played out 

You old-school, you old, dude, you aged out 

It's not cool, them old rules, they phased out 

There's new rules, them new dudes ain't like you 

They say you hating when you don't toss 'em a retweet 

I study for every test and y'all is looking for a cheat sheet 

Things I gotta tell ya, love you too much to be scared of ya 

Concoction of contradictions, misnomers and paradox 

Conclusion confusion like the way that I see me 

An apex predator, ten steps ahead of ya 

Desperately trying to hide my insecurities 

Papier maché proper, you trying to hide the duct tape 

Defending my card castle like it could stand in one gust of wind 

The lust of eyes shackle me just as I be tackling 

My inner demons eat through my marriage and my parenting 

What is arrogant and humble? 

Eloquent ridiculous, confident and nervous 

The smell of cigarettes and broken dreams 

Sold out the tickets for the VIPs 

Bands that could've been contenders now Venice Beach vendors 

Like dawg, that could be me 

I swore I'd never wear skinny jeans 

But homie looks real dumb in size 40 Dickies 

That's laughable, better be adaptable 

And hit the road to see how far that rabbit hole go 

This is present tense 

None of this "already I've been delivered" mess 

None of that pseudo-righteousness 

I'mma let you guess the rest 

Lusted little clusters surrounded by natives 

That's the picture of foolish pride in the eyes of General Custer 

They watched his eyes slowly close like 

"Yeah, weirdo, we remember the Alamo" 

It's confusing, American generals get statues 

Even for the battles that they lose 

People are so perplexing 

Perpetuating the same hate they out protesting 

And Netflix exposing the holes in our motives like 

Who's side are you on: Walter or Sky's? 

You cornered now 'cause every corner boy is now humanized 

Tryna make ends meet just like you and I 

That shifts your paradigm, bruh that go 

Change your life on sight like the skies in Morocco 

What is man but rich soil toiled in fine Hennessy 

A beautiful garden that cost a pretty penny 

Listen it's freely given, but you've been warned 

These halos stay balanced on the tip of our horns 

We crooked! 

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