Name: Beasts & Devils by N0L!KE$
Duration: 2 min 31 s
Description: I came to speak my peace on the level. Head full of beasts on the leash of a devil. Head full of steam I can scream like a kettle. Lead foot; crushing your dreams with the pedal.

The FCC, along with giant corporations, have officially destroyed the open internet in the United States. Giant cable companies will soon have the legal abilities to gouge up prices for popular websites.

Removing freedom from the internet, however, is far more than a way to jack up internet prices - it is a way to maintain their social stature, wealth, and dominance within our culture. Cable companies have been able to steer the public's eye using large television audiences, news stations, and advertisements to determine how millions of Americans perceive the world. This aspect of the industry is the largest money maker of them all for deep-pocketed individuals and businesses can pay off companies to include/not include certain stories within the media. 

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REPEALING NET NEUTRALITY IS THEIR LAST FIGHT TOWARDS KEEPING THAT POWER - the power of propaganda, censorship, and influence. IT IS ABOUT TIME A MEDIA OUTLET IS KEPT FREE FROM CONTROL AND FREE TO ALL.

There is still some hope. Certain States are working to overturn the  decision to repeal net neutrality. WE NEED TO MAKE NOISE. SPEAK OUT. & INFORM THOSE AROUND US.

F*** Net Neutrality

(Verse 1)	
I can see this as part of an act,
The world can be scary like that-
and I can see that and lay on my back,
or I can sit back and focus on stacks.

I’ve Been
Running to keep me on track.
I don’t seem to be handling that.
I keep tripping and lifting and tripping and lifting
and now there’s no time to turn back.

We’re spammed with two opposite truths
The government state, it is screwed;
bought out by bands and they’re shot out in their ranks 
and political damage, it falls back on you.

but we don’t know what better to do,
we assume our surroundings are true.
we learn from our neighbors get views from our parents,
determine our growth and our future from youth.

(hook)
We’re nothing but a bunch of broken bottles in the sand, 
where the message reads, “please help me, I don’t know who I am”

Touching on the palms of people laying on their backs,
saying someone on vacation doesn’t have time for the facts. 

(spoken word)
For 98% of people, life is not about who you are,
it is about the situation you’re born into.
And the reality is that only a few people are born with true voice and true power…
In that position, one’s only job is to keep others from taking that from them
even if it means troubled times.

(chorus)
I can see the eyes that have been creeping through your window, 
sniffing for your wallet while checking for your bank notes.
Someday we’re gon’ make it and have houses made of miles,
someday we’re gon’ find a way to be the Rothschild’s. 

(Verse 2)
oh man goddamit, controlling the planet
its concrete or granite – they’re building the world
don’t take it for granted, but understand that its 
an outlet for profit – intentions are blurred.
Though you’re not candid, I thank you and hand it, 
that jobs we are handed were founded by you,

but souls they are damaged, 
need financial bandages
banning a break if the profits aren’t standing
and burying deeper a wealth unimagined
by those who create it, then hand it to you
by those who create it, then hand it to you.
power is money and that much is true,
we’re so far behind, we don’t know what to do. 

(Hook 2)
We’re nothing but a bunch of broken bottles in the sand, 
where the message reads, “please help me, I don’t know who I am”
Touching on the palms of people laying on their backs,
saying someone on vacation doesn’t have time for the facts. 

We’re nothing but a bunch of broken bottles in the sand, 
We’re nothing but a bunch of broken bottles in the sand, 

(Chorus)
I can see the eyes that have been creeping through your window, 
sniffing for your wallet while checking for your bank notes.
Someday we’re gon’ make it and have houses made of miles,
someday we’re gon’ find a way to be the Rothschild’s.

The Rothschilds

(Verse 1)
The walls are caving in and we’re feeling crazy,
The paint is wearing thin on the ceilings lately. 

If it weren’t for taking pills, or for temporary thrills, 
then surely we’d be glued to the screens amazing. 
Humans step back, let the screens move forward.
Why do math, got a calculator for it?
Why do anything with half repore, 
but getting to the top takes too much practice for it. 

Most of us aren’t willing to instill the work feeling
to fulfill our inner demons and proceed to play the game,
and businesses are asking that you bend your broken asses
and you work a little harder for a half an ounce of fame.

This life we call so thrilling, our own heroes and our villains,
we can paint a perfect picture we deem worthy to be framed,
but first we must get glasses to distinguish from the masses
and to realize that consuming gives to someone else is reign. 

We say we don’t have time but we’re feeling lazy,
the paint is wearing thin on the ceilings lately
say we don’t have time to get creative,
man we say it is a crime – the rent we’re paying. 

Humans step back, let your mind come forward,
put away the phone though you’re dying for it.
Just think for a second its your brains support
for finding out your cause and letting knowledge pour in. 

(hook)
Just Breath for a Second (x3)
Just Breath

Just Breath for a Second (x2)
Just Breath

(Chorus)
Good things are things that take their toll,
All the best medicine is habitual.
And I need just to slow my roll,
screaming for a taste of lovely tobacco. 

(Verse 2)
Smoke is in my lungs and it hits retreat,
little bit of little bits of tars do seep 
and I fiddle with a terrifying thought so deep,
that the world is like a lung and we smoke the streets
The world is like a lung and we smoke the streets 
and this life is like a song with no consistent beat
and we’re living in our homes, 
shivering in our bones,
debt collector’s on the phone
so we drag our feet.

What are we doing man, are humans the worst?
Whose idea was it to poison the dirt?
Why are we playing with a capitalist heart, 
though to start,
we should check if any organs are hurt.

These thoughts in our head are crazy, and I can’t think anymore
It’s 7 am and its rainging and there’s a lock on the door .

I want to start a movement, having message to my grooving,
moving lessons of our choosing right on top of the youth. 
But ironically the music that the public finds amusing is
 the music just for fun where no one finds any truth. 

(Chorus)
Good things are things that take their toll,
All the best medicine is habitual.
And I need just to slow my roll,
screaming for a taste of lovely tobacco.

Smoke The Streets

Take your breath away; asthma. Abracadabra. Spit hot magma (I'm whylin') Every other bar is an island. Pressure bust pipes like hymens, but on the flip side said pressure makes diamonds. Take a chance roll the dice like Yahtzee! Standing in a B-Boy stance I got Moxy.

Uglicity.

Moxy

I came to speak my peace on the level. Head full of beasts on the leash of a devil. Head full of steam I can scream like a kettle. Lead foot; crushing your dreams with the pedal.

Beasts & Devils

This is the 3rd song. Is it rap? Mostly. Is it hip hop? I don't know. Will the Coronavirus take out my 8th grade history teacher Mr. Hughes? I hope so.

Take it Easy

Take It Easy

When life gives you dicks, make Dick Sandwiches.

Dick Sandwiches

Ode to my lovely lady and her bodacious boobs. You make life and you make life better. Happy Birthday!!!

Beasts & Devils

N0L!KE$

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