This must be, a radio station
And who are we, we
must be
the listeners to
the junk, spinning all day long
and over again, and
over again, and over again,
Sounds to me like,
State run radio
We now interrupt
this broadcast,
to bring you a
special message about the forecast,
Wait, you got hear about the
president
And every place he is be
presented
He was in church then went for
fundraiser
The violence prevails then
after
Before it flooded with a messed
up update on forecast
They call it the number one
station
The state- runs radio station
Not any good compared to a gas
station
The new I hear is all about
pain
Over again over again and over
again
the roads to peace
are closed, and the traffic's on the war paths,
The only thing said good is the
president
The rest is all darkness that
is presented
We need bail from the IMF,
floods are killing
The riots are killing the
hunger is killing
And this goes all over again,
day in day out…
This must be, a
radio station
And who are we, we
must be
the listeners to
the junk, spinning all day long
and over again, and
over again, and over again,
Sounds to me like,
State run radio
You're now tuned
into hours of false,
The songs played are the ones you heard the past hour
Frequency of fear,
keep you locked right here,
You forced to just think inside
the box.
The songs you heard never
change limited to that
The talk shows never help, they all talk of shit
Girls having abortions, and
preach sex all day
And hope you never
leave this, never be a leader,
When have sense, the silence
you
The shut the mic on you
Then we back to the president
His visits, the fun that he
makes and present
The traffic is getting worse,
brother died in his car
An accident on the highway, a
tanker falls off
And this goes on and on, all
over again
Then shit
I remember this is a state run radio
So there
is no hope that comes our way from it
The presenters
focus on what kills us
This must be, a
radio station
And who are we, we
must be
the listeners to
the junk, spinning all day long
and over again, and
over again, and over again,
Sounds to me like,
State run radio
shit is just the
same, nothing changed
I have grown my son, listens to the same
I wonder if there would be any change from the same
I did my music; it was never played on the radio
Maybe because it was not so misleading
Coz all they play in the stations is misguiding
They may have plugged off the MIC on me
But they can never kill the skill in me
It burns like wild fire; it’s like an oven door in me
I blaze still like a furnace, can never die in me
They will interrupt the broadcast
And talk about the forecast
Before you know it, something bad is in the forecast
Either it’s the rains for fall cause some floods
Or the heat to burn and dry up the land
They never give a chance to the positive to play
And the next thing is the president and his visits
Over again and over again, I got to wake up from this…