Escapism Lyrics - How You Sell Soul To A Soulless People Who Sold Their Soul? - Public Enemy

[verse 1] 

Is the groove good to you 

Like when you lose your thing 

Forgetten grits is grocery 

And eggs is poultry 

Makin a livin against those makin a killin 

Super blackman gotha back 

And is back in the building 

If the prison is that skin you in 

And your cell sittin inside your skull 

They say you cant getaway 

From ya damn self 

When your earth is heaven 

And your world be hell 

Check your head 

Armageddons at the foot of your bed 

You aint heard a word i said 

Forget them slacks 

Im that throwback that 

Threw that throwback 

Back on the racks 

To get my mind back 

O say can you see 

I get back its still just a black and white tv 

In lyin color brother 

Gots to getaway to the other. 

[verse 2] 

Never was too good 

Off the top of my head 

Cause i want yall to know 

Exactly what i said 

This so called war in iraq 

Over a thousand dead 

Thats about 

10 a week 

Even as i speak 

33% of black males in jail 

55% of black students will fail 

85% of black folks forgot 

We were slaves 

Up inside this box 

America got folks brains on lock 

Forget the connects 

Some wanna buy whats next 

Wear it like a sign up in that chest 

Yall should know papa dont take no mess 

If you think your past is irrelevant 

Dont you know ol soul pays the gt damn rent 

That messiah aint never 

Gonna come as long as 

You thinkin freedom 

Is bein free to be dumb 

[verse 3] 

Soul is back 

So flip them hits back 

Damn the fashion 

I wanna know wheres the passion 

Thinkin we came a long way baby 

Sayin poor michaels psycho 

And prince hes crazy 

But what has bob mick sir paul 

Done for you lately 

How they maintain on your brain 

Seems to escape me 

Heard some ghetto cats 

Dont like metal rap 

Hear it and fear it 

And they think its wack 

They dont even know that the blues is black 

And when i rap is back to the roots 

Where i be at 

Not some 30 year old who dont know facts 

Whos wild sayin things like some juvenile 

Remember 2 million black folks in the penile 

Got a world of whitefolks 

Thinkin its style 

Think im hatin cause you lack the information 

Cause we the fbi still gots on file