Planetary Analysis chords and lyrics - KING BRITT

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[Intro 1]
[Dm]

[Verse 1]
[Dm]So this is the world.
Earth is the rest of the galaxy knows it.
Full of complainers.
The
Being chased down by the haves and turned
into a whole bunch of bullshit.
Complaint is nothing more than a notion
to be filed and forgotten.
Problem is most of these people here have no
cabinets so they pile their complaint[C]s
in their living rooms [Em]and live [Dm]with them
like furniture you can't sit on.
[Em]Like ashes [Dm]in an undumped tray.
just sitting there waiting to
be thrown [Em]away.
[Dm]The quest for an open ear seems
to be a most human journey,
[Em]a we[Dm]ll -worn path taken by all
at once and [Em]for [Dm]none to see,
[Em]so t[Dm]hese people take for granted their
luxuries and spoilers
[Em]for the sake of attention an
[Dm]d for the love of money,
[Am]for [Dm]the confusion within the
Americ[Em]an dream and [Am]the
worldwide [Em]di aspora,
[Dm]Like people thinkin' they need
coffee in the [C]mornin'
Needin' [Dm]cable
[Em]TV o[Am]r more att[Dm]ention
[Em]Maybe I need more
[Am]RAM [Dm]or a br[Am]eak
And nobody really cares
[C]Every[Dm]one seems to [Em]know
Just what [Dm]does it mean?
Complaining is nothing more than a notion to
be [C]fouled and for[Dm]gotten.
Problem is, most of these people
here have no cabinets.
Singing a song and dance of circumstance,
making some put on pro -black pants and do
they dance at the minstrel show.
[Am]Others go cove[Dm]rt and hid[C]e thei[Dm]r hatred behind glossy
[Em]white toothed smiles and [Dm]bad breath
Smothered in cosmetics and
[Am]propaganda
Causing the cap [C]to burst and
Spray the [Dm]area with
What [Em]else?
Complaint
[Dm]An issued tissue paper with
Each side confident in their cross
[C]-examinations
[Am]All question[Em]s have been
asked and answered
Ex[Dm]cept your answer to the question
And who the fuck are [Am]you?
A [Dm]pebble on a beach or
A boulder by the shore
[Em]100 [Dm]a week in the bank or
50 a day on whores
Smells to me of morals at war
A battle of bad options and
naive commitments
To intangible goalposts swaying in the wind
A sword fight between
procrastination and indecision
Makes up many a workday afternoon here
On the new plantation,
Planet
Earth, 2002
To sign a free world jail suits
for hire over here
Swimming oceans of your own stressed out sweat
in a pool made of mistaken throwings [Em]away
Seem[Dm]s to me just being
America means being a slave
to calor[C]ies and [Dm]salaries
Piling like cancerous mountains of [Em]vanilla [Dm]ice cream
cones with black face [Em]sprinkles[Dm]
The first of the next thousand years,
[Em]a ne[Dm]w legal testimony for a new day
A badge in a black city,
it seems like the brothers best watch their back
Complaint is nothing more than a notion,
to be filed away
Problem is, most of these
people have no cabinets
And fear the unknown is a common
man's way of life here
Where I'm from we breathe
to break down the norm
And survive to be known as the clear sunshine
that follows thunder and storms
Rather than living on our knees
Where I'm from, we feel,
if our calling is such that we're tricked by fantasy, it's okay
for [Dm]my desires to follow my bloodstream,
it's born in my heart [Dm]and grows to rule my soul.
But [Dm]what does it all mean?
[Dm]This is a land fit to be fertilized by the [Dm]inherent
curiosity of a child in a room [C]full
of another [Dm]child's discarded toys,
my [Dm]happiness and fulfillment found in the stuff made of
someone else's spoiled
throwings [Dm]away.
Therefore fear most often takes
the form of dancing
midgets on display in [Am]my m[Dm]ind, harml[Am]ess, b[Dm]orderline co[Em]mical,
[Dm]in an unintentional fash[Am]ion.[Dm]
[Am]Complaint [Dm]is really nothing mo[Em]re than a notion,
[Am]some[Dm]thing to be filed away, and[Am] forgotten.[Dm][Am][Dm]
[Am]So this is
Mother
Earth, [Am]wow,
[Am]we g[Dm]ot some work to do here.

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