• Artist: BUNKS
  • Title: Trapped
  • Genre: Pop - Pop/Modern, Hip Hop - Pop/Modern
  • Mood: Laid Back/Groovy
  • Speed: Medium (78-95)
  • Instruments: Electronic Sounds/Noises, Loops/Samples, Keyboards/Organs
  • Track type: Lyric - Full Length
  • Date added: 4/19/2012
  • Lyric themes: Release Needing Freedom, Frustration, Music/Art, Determination, Tired Fatigue
  • Lyrics: Rock stars all over the world, drinking sixteen, Relate through music, open house, people visiting, Time for a change, can you grapple? Hip-hop playing in the Sistine Chapel, Heard souls were bought, knew it couldn’t be actual, Classical was lost, art no longer magical, Cats try to do this for the wrong reasons, Opposite to mine, pour emotions on this mic, Call it soul shine…. Do it for my love, do it for my self-control, Creating from passion, I withhold, It’s amazing how the universe unfolds, Travel down a strange road to get where you’re going, Opportunities, at last I’m pursuing, Running in the wild, I’m a child with a mild mind state, Feeling great till the day I reach the Golden Gates, Figure out situations… Write it down, illustrate, learning from mistakes, Increase my pace in this race, The chase is on… The chase is on… The chase is on… We do this for the passion, we do this for the love, Music runs with my tears and it flows with my blood, We cling to the microphone to set our soul free, Cause we’re trapped in a world that wasn’t meant for we. To all those embracing the American dream, Do you even realize what this actually means? The commodification of mind, body, and soul, The natives found the land but someone made them go, You know the Trail of Tears, disease infested blankets, Cortez destroyed the Aztecs, now their memories are ancient, Capitalism buys your time, forced to live inside these lines, Forced to build another zombie of a mind… For years I have cried, tears backed by a dam, Advertisements, propaganda, what defines a man? Inside every office, in every plan, evil lurks, White is said to be so pure but it’s tainted with dirt, Sell your soul to the company, they’ll put you to work, For minimum wage and no benefits, at least we got church, But even they need your money, that’s how my pops got paid, Welcome to America where hypocrisy’s made. I’m destined for greater things than spitting about diamond rings, Late in the night, my conscious, it screams, Shattered dreams doused like mini light beams, Cause no one wants to listen if you ain’t talking bling, But I don’t give a damn if I don’t sell a thing, I’ma keep making songs, if only for me, Rescue me, if I ever go astray, And stop putting thought into the words that I say, I’m always looking for a better way to make it through my everyday, It seems my thoughts have drifted toward the MilkyWay, I hear ‘em say I long to be a kid again, And never worry what changes with the wind, I’m so sick of the shallowness we bathe ourselves in, I’d give it all back for ignorance again, Forget Paris H., forget Pac Man, Forget Rosie, who’s this Trump man? Forget Al-Qaeda, forget George Bush, Forget all this bull, I wish that we could
  • Keywords: cool, rap, Confident

About BUNKS

BUNKS

Murfreesboro, TN United States

www.bunksmuzak.com

Riding high off their placement in the Top 3 of Rutherford Weekend?s Battle of the Bands 2009 where these Hip Hop heads left a crowd full of rock and country fans saying ?you guys ROCK!? the BUNKS are back at it with their eighth album since 2003, Soul Rebel Music.

www.bunksmuzak.com for more info.

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