Don't Listen to Me - Propaganda

I’m not delusional

This most likely is your first experience with me

Greetings, my name is Propaganda

I wrote my first rap in '93

Simply put,

Fire-baptized battle rapper who’s heavily influenced by folk music and found

creative

freedom in poetry

Combo is strange, I know

But let this one bake your noodle

I’m the son of a Black Panther, with a Mexican spouse and Caucasian best friends

And my writing tone, now,

Is not one that offers you a neat little bow to tie all your lil problems up

with.

I learned enough to know that I don’t know that much.

I know God became a man to save us, and we still can’t explain pyramids.

I know ancient Mayans and Egyptians astronomers had a far greater understanding

of outer space than we do.

I know that academia’s so drunk on arrogance and racism

That they’d rather credit these accomplishments to aliens

Than to admit that we are not the smartest civilization to ever live.

I know I REALLY love my wife, my daughter, and mangoes.

And for some reason, folks find it illogical to think that a perfectly designed

universe screams of a designer.

I know sarcasm is really the only time people tell the truth.