Lyrics

[Verse]
Blueprints drawn in shadows, the ink is deceit,
Truth buried in graves where the ancestors meet.
Chained minds, not wrists, now that's the new plot,
They serve the Kool-Aid cold, so you forget what you got.

History rewritten, the script ain't ours,
They dim the sun, call it midnight, we reach for stars.
Whispers of freedom in a room full of lies,
But even eagles get clipped when they aim for the skies.

[Chorus]
Tricknology, yo, they poison the seed,
Turn kings into pawns, make 'em beg and plead.
They sell us the dream, but it's counterfeit smoke,
We rise from the ash, won't be the butt of the joke.

[Verse 2]
Divide and conquer, that's the oldest game,
They give us new chains, but the pain's the same.
Feed us illusions, call it progress,
But the devil in the details, and the plan’s a mess.

Schools ain't schools, just factories for sheep,
The rich man laughs while the poor man weeps.
Feed us crumbs, then blame the hunger,
But the storm's on the horizon, hear the sky's thunder.

[Bridge]
Mirrors in the maze, reflections distorted,
Our culture's the treasure, but they export it.
They keep the power while we fight for scraps,
But knowledge is the weapon that’ll break the traps.