Inspired by James Brown
Remixed by David Wolf x Lee
[Intro – Spoken Word]
This ain’t no man’s world.
It’s a mad world.
Programmed to obey, trained not to feel –
but the truth don’t kneel.
[Verse 1]
This is a mad world, masked in lies,
Where truth gets buried, and innocence cries.
They poison the food and call it cuisine,
Sellin’ disease on a plate so clean.
They teach the young what to forget,
Erase the soul and call it intellect.
Books now burn in digital flames,
Wild screens raise kids – and fry their brains.
[Chorus]
It’s not a man’s world –
It’s a mad world.
Gun-load, heart-cold,
Trade your soul for gold,
And the silence gets too old… too old.
[Verse 2]
Prayers are priced, and truth is taxed,
Smiles are filters, love’s abstract.
Chasin’ the numbers, ignoring the soul,
They build high walls just to stay in control.
Jab you quick – no questions allowed,
Label the truth “conspiracy” loud.
Experimental shots in your baby’s vein,
While pharma counts billions, dodgin’ the blame.
Skies ain’t clouds – they spray obedience,
Chemtrails drift, slow and lenient.
Geoengineered – they call it rain,
While the roots decay and we go insane.
[Chorus]
It’s not a man’s world –
It’s a mad world.
Gun-load, heart-cold,
Trade your soul for gold,
And the silence gets too old… too old.
[Bridge – Build Up]
15-minute zones with invisible chains,
Digital fences run deep in the veins.
No cash, no voice – scan to exist,
Blacklist life in a data-fist.
New agenda, script well-rehearsed,
Wrapped in green but it’s really a curse.
Smart cities, dumb minds, hearts on mute –
This ain’t science, it’s death in a suit.
[Verse 3]
Media’s the needle – drip-feed fear,
Lies on repeat in your eyes and ears.
Celebs sell war with a polished grin,
While puppets in suits play games to win.
They pit poor vs. poor, divide to distract,
Before the conquer, they sharpen the act.
Printin’ fake money, plottin’ the war,
Breakin’ your mind while they open the door.
But listen –
We ain’t machines. We bleed, we feel.
The realest ones won’t sign that deal.
Unplug the feed, reclaim your breath,
Truth ain’t gone – it’s playin’ dead.
[Final Chorus / Outro]
It’s not a man’s world –
It’s a mad world.
Gun-load, heart-cold,
Trade your soul for gold,
But the silence is getting bold.
Rise like roots from sacred ground,
Your soul was never meant to be bound.
Burn their maps, redraw the plan –
This mad world ends when you say:
“I AM.”🔥
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