(feat. Immortal Technique)



[verse 1: Deacon]

Put her out in the cold, didn't want her close to he

'Cause his granddaughters diffrent than she suppose to be

Diluted her genes, its stopped the music it seemed

That they'd only seen polluted stream, and that wasn't clean

Said he could almost no longer stand the breath

From this pure horror, more worse than Amittyville

So what's next? Don't answer me yield. (yup)

This is a normal occurance, not something randomly real

Ain't even allowed visits ove a child's pigment

His in-crowd ignant, a situation "wow!" isn't it?

Hard times, baby daddy grinds to support

His mother and a few other friends privately in her fort

For short stays, ya know? but more aid was needed

Baby is like a year and a half now and speaking

More than I can say about that man with his child

They can't even come face to face and share smiles

Raining pure pain on her life by staying distant

Like she spawned a fucking anti-christ or a satan infant

Blatent mentions about family blood won't leave

Love's her deeply, but evil sends it's opposite feed

"old fashioned"

Too ever set in his ways to ever relate

If he could just set it aside, there'd be heaven to pay

Then, weathered and aged time swept him to grave

Love conquers all? shit. I'd say that areas grey



[Hook]

Old fashioned people they never know why [x2]

Old fashioned



[Bridge: Deacon]

Most don't even know why they believe what they believe, man

Never taking a second to look at life

Bad water in our seeds, y'all, still growing weeds, dawg

In the dark, walls blocking all that light

Most don't even know why they believe what they believe, man

Never taking a second to look at life

Bad water in our seeds, y'all, still growing weeds, dawg

In the dark



[Verse 2: Immortal Technique]

Looking at life in retrospect it's hard to regret

Stuck in your ways cause hatred is hard to forget

Niggaz talk all religious trying to barter with death

Parts of the flesh wrinkle up while you start to reflect

And even though nobodies life is ever perfect

You start to wonder if all the pain was really worth is

Pondering the purpose of living, the curse that was given

Dreaming about freedom and escaping the prison

People who pimp children are really raping religion

The matrix is fiction placed in a vision

But now the technology follows me solemnly

Building the future laws to my philosophy

Alzheimers cutting through like a lobotomy

Not even the golden arthritis of king Midas

Could buy comfort and peace for the righteous

I survived disease and political crisis

By backstabbing gnomes that are now lifeless

And now i live vicariously through my kids

Like people who love the sport, but can't play for shit

Fighting glaucoma, front the cops taking a hit

I slip into a coma, roaming over the planet

Leaving the gold and the granite, the old and the famished

But just before I vanish as I think I'm at the end

The sun becomes the light of my birth and I live again



[Hook]