Lyrics of 'Distractions' by Talib Kweli

You wish it was you, don’t you — why you asking?
Try to break the law of attraction
Get a piece of my attention like a fraction of a ration
Or a measly little morsel
They suck your blood and you believe in the immortals
We nocturnal like a sleeping disorder
See the water drawing away from the shore
This ain’t no ordinary storm
We fighting for a humanitarian cause
But have yet to show up in Darfur
The Arab Spring is what it’s called
But they looking at the pride before the fall
They say it ain’t about the spoils of war
But turn around and tell you how much more the oil will cost
Steal the land from the Native American and make our missiles Tomahawks
Make him a mascot, dress up like him for sport
As a final assault to his beautiful culture
Scavengers, feasting on the dead like a vulture
Snacking; how you keeping up with my rapping?
You barely keeping up with Kardashian
You caught up in distraction
It’s the living proof — you try to make the truth elastic as Mr. Fantastic
We recycling these rappers
Truthfully, these dudes is plastic
Coming through the front door blasting
I ain’t talking bout them e-mails
That you always send to the masses
That somehow end up in my trash bin
The game is distraction
Give a fuck if the President wear a flag pin
Rhyming is deep as holes Chilean miners are trapped in
Or the cracks in the earth under Asia Minor causing disasters
Deep cuts way above your minor infractions
Talk to people like children cause that’s how they acting
Hold their hands like minors in traffic
The captains of industry and the leaders of status quo
Have a deep-seeded fear of change
For them it’s strange — they wanna go
Back to the 50′s, they asking for a return
But them days is much blacker, for lack of a better term
We adapted to this culture, but this culture we had to learn
Came about as as natural as a perm on a pachyderm
These fascists have had their turn
We passing them German burners, them Lugers
The next shooters waiting for Superman, they get nothing but Lex Luthor
America’s nightmare, vivid as Fred Kruger
Our heroes are dead to us
Spirit that bled through us
Endear us with the spirit but the flow is so foolish
What you hearing is precision
The people so thirsty, what they seeing is mirages
But this passion Photoshopping and your YouTube collages
Coming through like Collossus
Exposing the false prophet
Taught how to do the knowledge so I’m never off-topic
A lie is like a potion
First it gets you open
Then you swallow whole straight for the truth
Fuck the chaser, skip religion and the politics
And head straight to the compassion
Everything else is a distraction