Stuck In A Strategy Lyrics & Chords By Split Prophets

As I walk out my house and place feet on the pavement/
Debating, on which hard path to partake in/
Cause were all just the same thing/
Some look to change things/
Others just stay the same, there/
Chained to the waste they were raised in/
A place with a statement/
In part complacent, incarcerated/
It's blatant, no one seems to see it/
Were living in a prison with the vision of the freest/
Democracy's hipocracy properly got us seeing/
Life like were free human beings/
But I'm still seeing/
Tramps in the streets that we be in/
When we're too pissed for seeing/
Proper 2D vision/
Licked off that liquor trick/
Tricked to submission/
Too pissed for the mission/
Rinsing pricks if they're dissing/
Hinting chicks to positions/
With spiff intermissions/
Got me laid back/
I'm off track like a train crash/
Wallow clips or hollowtips/
And when I spit this, see the strange flash/
Flicker of light and then your brain splats/
Stained flats, bust draws and main gash/
See my life is a strage mash of graff, beef, buds and bait gats/
Don't waste facts/

Chorus/

I'm just that little man, stuck in their strategy/
They don't want me living happily and recently/
I rapidly realised that they've been gradually trapping me/
Terrorists in the news make you fear for your family/
But seeing all this organised tragedy's got me scared for humanity/
And I know it ain't the truth that they handle me/
Can't you see what you're doing for vanity/
So much wealth in this world yet, most are still living in poverty/
Rich, Aristocrats on TV giving money to charity/
As a novelty then drive back home to one of their five properties/
We bow down to the scum of the earth/
The whole world's gang-land, who's running the turf?/
Stuck in the system from birth to hearse, when you search the dirt/
Is this curse really worth the work?/
When in the end which warheads first to burst?/
Kill all life on this planet then revert the earth/

Chorus/

What d'you know about poverty robbery