Poetic Injustice is a raw, relentless hip-hop track that dives into the collapse of false crowns and hollow empires. Heavy with metaphors of fire, smoke, and shattered mirrors, the song delivers a stream of bars about karma catching up and exposing lies. With dark, cinematic imagery and a laid-back but razor-sharp delivery, Poetic Injustice embodies the sound of downfall turned into poetry.

Poetic Injustice

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Lyrics:

"Breakthroughs come in waves, revolutions in cycles…"
The greatest weapon is peace.

The path of least resistance ends at the source,  
Then you gotta be lifted, stop gettin’ this twisted.  
We’re always bein’ led, won’t find peace in your head,  
Cause them thoughts aren’t real—just the past tryin’ to steal.  
By repeating into the future, gaps in presence needin’ sutures.  
Pull it together, by standin’ together.  
Yeah you’re breathin’ alone, in a quiet empty home.  
But the spirit’s alive—try takin’ a dive,  
Or dunkin’ your form, move into the warm.  
Zone with eyes on the heat, quit missin’ the beat,  
Cause there’s a perfect rhythm sittin’ below the scene.  

"Breakthroughs come in waves, revolutions in cycles—  
The greatest weapon is peace, the greatest weapon is peace."

Don’t fear livin’ in a dream, cause this dream here is real—  
Soft to the core, hard on the banks.  
So move to the center, you’re ready to re-enter  
A flow you cannot leave, divine identity on your sleeve.  
Seemin’ to forget—only need the next step!  
And it’s already here, quit chuggin’ that beer.  
Nothin’ to repress, you got a life to steer  
Clear of the dark evil forces that bring meaning to your quest.  

Put up a fight, but don’t get trapped—  
Signed a new kinda lease on life, no terms or conditions.  
Free to make what you will, to glide or hustle up hill.  
See this fight is about movement…

"Breakthroughs come in waves, revolutions in cycles—  
The greatest weapon is peace, the greatest weapon is peace."

Too woke for aggression, dogma no longer suppressin’.  
Proud to make some transgressions, no fear of confessions.  
Lit by an obsession, to continue professin’—  
In rapid succession, all that’s oppressin’ and drivin’ depression:  
Parking tickets, hedge funds, politicians, middlemen, middle school,  
Insurance companies, car salesmen, JP Morgan, Lu Lu Lemon,  
The god damn heat, concrete burnin’ up my feet,  
White walls in the mind…

Hit my limit, let’s mess with time, cause history’s a mess—  
But I digress. Let’s return to the start,  
Find meaning in an infant fart.  
These systems need support digesting, cause the noise is arresting.  
We’re all too blocked up, time to shake some things up.  
Moses come cut us a passage, hit us with age old adage:  
W.W.M.S.—what would Moses say?  
He’d ask you what you believe, how clear do you perceive?  
Come back to the moment, the deception is over.  
Hunt that five-leaf clover, got nothin’ to lose—  
Life’s whatever you choose.

"Breakthroughs come in waves, revolutions in cycles.  
The greatest weapon is peace.  
The deception is over.  
Life’s whatever you choose…"

Holier Than Thou

Tech N9ne

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