Flat Facts

We were Kings and Queens
Now we're lying in crimson  
So does that mean anything  
When we're packing the prisons  
 
I mean, we're unearthing the truth  
That's been whitewashed from history  
Yet, some still view us as uncouth  
Dreams now nightmares of hypocrisy  
 
I see so many things differently  
After fine tuning my spectacles  
Seeking out knowledge religiously  
Transforming his stories into spectacles  
 
Habitual lies disguised as facts  
Some of what we think are rights  
Are nothing more than just acts  
When analyzed under bright lights  
 
Enlighten with some tokes  
Swing at deception wit' a bat  
Columbus on his voyage boat  
You think the world is flat?