You are quite correct. But I would hardly call that "Social" Awareness. Awareness alone is sufficent. Some people will understand what I mean.
In fact, artists have always been more "Aware" of their world ; poets, painters, writers, etc.
If you look deep enough you can see "hidden" messages in almost all the artistic creations. It is barely hidden in plain sight if you know "how"
to look.
For my part for exemple I really like some of the texts of Roots Manuva, fits well with the "conspiracy" theme :
"Movements"
I bring you tents and girth to this homegrown range
Bona fide what you hear, tis the sound of pain
But pain leads to gain so we dare not stagnate
We elevate to that next state, motion divine
Glisten like crystal ball and stand tall
With this knowledge and overstanding
Enterprise landing, bringing dem new brands of buff
Yes, we come proper with potency
Ain't no blood in my body, it's liquid soul in my vein
I dance on a thin line of sane and deranged
And it's all criss once I get neatly in the cipher
Chat like pickney to the piper that pied
As this natural mystic blows through the air
These lessons of life become crystal clear
Precision of my vision is ital
Separating sharks from the blessed is vital
Now I can smell a rat coming from a mile round the corner
One time I bored ya, twice you can't couf
No, we won't stop rebuke thee
You satanics, you fools can't recruit me
Not now while there's
[Chorus]
Movements fi make, typhoons grew
Strong and cold-sheist them a still coast through
Movements fi make, typhoons grew
Strong and cold-sheist them a still coast through
Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right
I'll slap the bacon out your mouth, dance upon your sarnie
Rolling with Jah bredren dem, God-blessed army
How the hell you gon stop this tide from steady coming
Run and catch in tune with the elements
At speed we proceed, traction for action
Hot 125, government goons get dashed to the side
Too big to slide now, though they try to disguise
I can still recognize devilworks when I see it
Weakheart disciples keep weakheart friends
Always had a hate for what their weakhearts defend
They fiend for that crack, ain't no one to tax
We might run home and smoke a brown bag of seed
Best believe that these times is treacherous
And I know not how else I'm supposed to act
But stand close to culture roots-fi
See me getting deft with that two-step shuffle
Haggling others who for the cause
Reigning with that roots type terror
Freaking at your weakhearty era but
We build, move and prove that we don't suffer fools
"Join the dots"
[Roots Manuva]
2na Manuva get gettin the got
Good god ah, yes man, its auspicious man
Oh God (good night).......
Who's that?
[Chali 2na]
My escapades exceed Caddy Escalades
I best behave to the rhythm of justice slaves
Selected brave ah lecture me extra waves
Doggin your sounds causing you clowns just to cave
Address the rage rush the stage just to blaze
Glorify your glamour and gorers just to faze
Cutting down the rainforest for cows just to graze
It's killin the populous while you clone test tube babes
Test the change cuz of the fantasies they try to feed us
Under the bridge drumming for flea an anthony kiedis
I ran from elitist who got the truth confused
It's the Manphibian and the one Roots Manuva
[Roots Manuva]
Yo, Mystic Mindset travel at warp 8
Flashback to my very first taste of hash cake
Oh Lord I feel so sensual
And every now and then I get a great sense of wha...
Synchronization of the hip gyration of the old time New Right
Back to Back, Man or no man no matter oh man
boy or boy girl or girl
Steppin out of place with the light of the world im locked up
Weed grass rushing thru my veins
slip over the rocky terrain and maintain
Like a weed whore checkin that hydroponic bud
Earth child, come see me rolling in the mud
He there go ever so civilized while I unrobe
No played out to catch wives
Don't wanna get knicks up in their mix up
Wanna just fix up mind soul and mental plane
(Chorus 2x Both)
Join the Dots, block blood in the block
Knock knockin the not, the which the where the what
2na Manuva get gettin the got
Stewed chicken in the dust pot runnin it hot
[Chali 2na]
Yo some of these fellas be over zealous
We have them darks jealous in dark cellas
Blowing like branford marsalis
We park dwellers rhythm rebellers
We spark letters we art sellers
Pleadin the waters the sharks fell us
Be quick with your camcorder In no particular plan order
We go hit like vehicular man slaughter sing
[Roots Manuva]
In ding bring a fling of bringin it on
Refuse to get lost in the quest for one
Although we trans-atlantic we never pedantic
Check my antic, we most romantic
We plan # new for self Quantumly
We killin the saw man we killin the sea
[repeat 2X]
Join the Dots, block blood in the block
Knock knockin the not, the which the where the what
2na Manuva get gettin the got
Stewed chicken in the dust pot runnin it hot
[Roots Manuva]
No Sir Mr. 2na, I can't burn the blunt
I remember the last time and have a good time
[Chali 2na]
Yo Yo, You ran slower while my clan grow chance'll
Let the man know my pen brush stroke like Van Gogh
I dissapear like his missing ear when I'm switchin gears
Shining like your kitchen ware rhymes rich and rare
Get your picture clear, 2na the stealth reporter
I melt your order like sugar and seltzer water
Whoever felt the horror but knows that their chance vague
Surround your sound like a spandex pants leg
Spread like an advanced plague worms never dance may
Shout the f and f that beats my man craig
[repeat 2X]
Join the Dots, block blood in the block
Knock knockin the not, the which the where the what
2na Manuva get gettin the got
Stewed chicken in the dust pot runnin it hot
Reading and listening to good music is always a way to learn
P.S. : Don't forget the wise advice from the intro of "Movements" :
"The LightMan said stay in the light. So we stay."
[edit on 3-3-2010 by SpaceGoatsFarts]