People Against Porn (Original) - Da Tweekaz

My god is better than yours And the walls of my house Are so thick I hear nothing at all I followed you out in the storm But it carried you off And I burned every picture of yours Was that not enough? My gun is bigger than yours So let's arm the masses And see what the bastards do then Walking tall once set us apart Now we're down on all fours Do you cry my name in the dark Like I do yours? These storms are getting stronger now Trusses all bend and sway Lightning hits, the power goes out in the fray As the waves crash high And the shoreline disappears I will scream to the sky "Hey, people live here!" My dreams are not unlike yours They long for the safety And break like a glass chandelier But there's laughter and oh there is love Just past the edge of our fears And there's chaos when push comes to shove But it's music to my ears May you be in heaven before the devil knows you're dead May these winds be always at your back 'Cause when we're all just ghosts And the madness overtakes us We will look at the ashes And say, "people lived here" From the penthouse to the holy martyr Sea to shining sea From the coffins full of kindergarteners Is this what you call free? From the hate that drips from all your crosses Are your hands so clean? There's a wildfire and it's spreading far From sea to shining sea When we're all just ghosts And the madness overtakes us I will scream to the sky Yeah, I'll scream to the sky Yeah, I'll scream to the sky "Hey, people live here!"

East and west could not agree So their generals gave a call and gathered troops at the border With guns at ready, drawn and aimed Each side was praying to a God to bless them with strength and courage And it was in his name artillery lit the sky on fire The people sang protest songs to try and stop the soldier's gun Protest songs in response to military aggression Protest songs to try and stop the soldier's gun But the battle raged on Sirens filled the air, and the ground shook with war Civilian casualties has been a cost that was predetermined When interviewed for report, victims pleaded in frustration Their claim, that this was a war without reason And bureaucrats engaged in debate to try and reach a resolution The people sang protest songs to try and stop the soldier's gun Protest songs in response to military aggression Protest songs to try and stop the soldier's gun But the battle raged on Well, the broadcast, like their prayers, went unanswered and ignored God, like the rest of the world, just watched in silence There was purpose to be served, there was fortunes to be earned Before a peace could be called to stop the fighting They sang protest songs in response to military aggression Protest songs to try and stop the soldier's gun But the battle raged on

Lights, camera, chemical reaction Attracted to a body of lies with fat asses Thank the most high for the high of high fashion My art of war is killer couture, denim assassin Am I a douchebag or just another doo-rag? Tryna get ahead on some brand new-wave shit For your entertainment money is the language So every time I speak I'm tryna make another payment I do 'em dirty, sleep and get a dirt nap, that works Tell my P.O. ask me where I work at Think I woulda learned that sleeping in the bird trap Living on the run like somebody tryna burn fat I don't give a fuck, now maybe that's abstinence Or the arrogance of someone who ain't got shit That think money over bitches is a stock tip... I live in a trap where things go crack Wake up in the boxes with a box of Apple Jacks Everybody acts like God is all that But I got the feelin' he ain't never coming back So I got an angel that answer my prayer Floating on the cloud that I blow in the air Nobody wins but nobody cares They just want blood when the people cheer I'm down to 95 dollars, that's the extent of my riches Out of 99 problems, 98 of 'em is bitches Out here hollerin' what's ironic is I've honestly been tryna do what's right But some jawn legs in the air tonight, like Phil Collins I'm a sex-addicted introvert Sucker for a pencil skirt Looking for a shorty coming from work, that I can pervert On my existential grind doing consequential dirt Searchin' for physical pleasure if I don't go mental first Molly poppin', trolley hoppin' Know somebody prolly watchin' That ain't stoppin' me from coppin' a feel Karate choppin' in this after-hours spot Watching mommy body rockin' First I feed her vodka shots then she eat my Johnnie Cochran Livin' fast, drinkin' capt' One of them hoes even had The audacity ask me how long this thing would last I said, "You wanna pay for class? Get on that stage and shake your ass." She keep a dick in a box and in an emergency break the glass I make her laugh She makes it clap And then she gives me lap dances and I'm thankful that She keeps providing the place for me to be unfaithful at... I live in a trap where things go crack Wake up in the boxes with a box of Apple Jacks Everybody acts like God is all that But I got the feelin' he ain't never coming back So I got an angel that answer my prayer Floating on the cloud that I blow in the air Nobody wins but nobody cares They just want blood when the people cheer

You are my harbor to rest my fears You are the anchor in my ocean of tears The living calmness when a storm appears The greatest clarity You are the sun when I'm lost in the dark Clarity You are the sun when I'm lost in the dark You are the bird that sings around the park The perfect melody, the greatest clarity You are the sun when I'm lost in the dark Clarity You are the sun when I'm lost in the dark Clarity The perfect melody, the greatest clarity You are the sun when I'm lost in the dark Clarity