🎸 Days of Knowledge, Nights of Truth 🎸

Rick
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BY VCG @ LOR ON 2/7/2026

Verse 1

Screens glow bright but the souls go dim,
Whole world talking loud, nobody listening.
Feeds full of lies, truth buried thin,
Calling darkness light, calling virtue sin.
They sell you fear, then sell the cure,
Lock up the mind, say the cage is secure.
Clock keep ticking, hearts grow cold,
Gold got a god and the people sold.

Chorus


These are the days where the blind lead blind,
“Ever learning, never knowing” — lost in the signs.
Truth ain’t trending, so they bury the sound,
But the blood still speaks, even deep underground.

Verse 2


Algorithms preach better than pastors do,
False prophets viral, truth get shadow-banned too.
They love a form, hate the power inside,
Smile in the daylight, rot when they hide.
Babylon flexing in designer attire,
But the fire don’t care if the clothes cost higher.
They build big towers, say “We are free,”
But chains don’t vanish when you can’t see.

(Reference woven, not quoted):

Men lovers of pleasure more than lovers of God—
Check the culture, tell me where we at, God?

Chorus


These are the days where the blind lead blind,
“Ever learning, never knowing” — lost in the signs.
Truth ain’t trending, so they bury the sound,
But the blood still speaks, even deep underground.

Verse 3


Politics loud, but the soul stay mute,
Pick a side, still serving the same dark fruit.
Truth ain’t red, truth ain’t blue,
Truth stood bleeding while they argued views.
They say “Progress,” but regress the soul,
Trade eternal life for a temporary role.
Whole world gained, but the cost too steep,
What profit a crown if the soul don’t keep?

Bridge


Watchmen warning, mocked by the crowd,
“No peace,” they cry, but they yelling it loud.
Calling evil good, good evil instead,
Ancient words still true, prophets ain’t dead.

Final Chorus


These are the days written long ago,
Men won’t endure truth, they want a show.
But the Word still cuts, two-edged blade,
Kingdoms will fall, but truth won’t fade.

Outro


I don’t rap for clout, I speak for the scales,
Every word weighed when the curtain fails.
Choose this day—don’t drift, decide.
Truth still knocks.
Open… or hide.

ALTERNATE MIX

CONTINUE