Thievery Corporation - Ghetto Matrix (feat. Mr. Lif) (The Temple of ...

The shells danced in the moonlight of sunshine
The blues, you could view them on the news at nine
The vines grow over headstones and then homes
Composed to give prose to the anguish and moans
The worries of the world can't stop the cash crop
The blood drop signifies a rise in the stock
The matrix that enslaves us stops to seemingly balk
But can't deny the fact that the act has gone pop
Nonstop, the plot thickens with his and her children
Echoes of the plight, like to have the youth listen
Is it ghetto? Is it urban? Are you certain?
Are you a servant here to keep the sales surgin'?
All in all, it seems that no one can escape it
This odd mix of love and hatred
The ghetto matrix