Time politics are power politics. No denial, no exception. The fallacy of science and tech is its complete objection. All technologies are biased, this
Hell-bent on standardization; on Cartesian deliverance. Time is the primary socializing tool. Indelibly imprinted and structurally biased. We are domesticated
Mute protest of a new bastard form. Indentured to Mammon, further bondage is bore. Free market existence under free market terms. Secured at birth and
Obedience to manufactured assembly. The infinite paths become the optionless freeway, mass marketing consumption itself. This extirpation is progress
It's growing inside you It's taking you beyond your world, abandoned ever since your birth It's bringing you nightmares, it's calling your last hour
wake up in your arms Hear you say it's not alright Let me be self dead and gone So far away from life Close my eyes Hold me tight And bury me deep inside
hall Past kings and critics Passed the eyes behind the wall And there's a home in this heart, There's a war inside my mind You'll find me buried in between
your want to say Hang for your hollow ways Moving your mouth to pull out all your miracles aimed for me And I know they buried her body with others Her
the one who will Gonna get it, her love Gonna get it, her kisses Gonna get it, her heart Gonna get it, get it Miss Lady Girl Has buried her feelings deep inside
A touch of skin that hides the dying, I've lost the feel that breaks up the living from the dead I've lost you in this place of nightmares that scream inside
know it's right. And we'll face the answers that's buried inside. We won't run and hide. We gonna fight the fight. There's a power inside you. There'
I can remember The very first time I cried How I wiped my eyes And buried the pain inside All of my memories Good and bad that's passed Didn't even
someone trade places with me Cause I don't want to tar feathers instead of rags Instead of rags When do I get to see the body preserved inside this
I'ma bust back We down to ride and, all you little Bitches and niggas get off my nut sack Been 18 lonely years, since I buried my T Dogs When I be shooting
wind wanting to start again? Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin like a house of cards, one blow from caving in? Do you ever feel already buried
[Chorus sung by RL on (Disc One), Richard Page on (Disc Two)] [2Pac] Perhaps I was addicted to the dark side Somewhere inside my childhood witnessed
heartless breath The underlying cause of my arrest My life is stressed And no rest, forever weary My eyes stay teary for all the brothers that are buried