Underground

Underground
Tiny speakers are mounted into the ceiling
Barely visible next to the grey white tiles
I’m dripping wet with the syrup of sweet production
Hollow words for the emptiest gleaming piles
Finely true down in the basement,
Hiding out beneath the pavement
Just beneath the reach of genoism
Its sitting green
The vision is underground
The culture is out of bounds
It’s still a persuasive sound
The music is still around
It’s just underground
Ha-zah!
Choreography never replaced conviction
Smoke and lighting cannot manufacture style
Propaganda can make truth sound like fiction
Rater numbers diluted and not worth while
Down below with the resistance
Cheering fire builds the cadence
Pure and passionate that right
There’s nothing here to lose
The vision is underground
The culture is out of bounds
Well, yeah, it’s still a persuasive sound
The music is still around
It’s just under
The vision is underground
The culture is out of bounds
Well, yeah, it’s still a persuasive sound
The music is still around
It’s just underground
Real change doesn’t come from a mandate
Real love you cannot legislate
Real change doesn’t come from a mandate
Real love, cannot legislate
Real change doesn’t come from a mandate
Real love you cannot legislate
Real change doesn’t come from a mandate
Real love you cannot legislate