Unraveling the fabric of misfortune,
Unravelling the veil of fragility.
All is fading, like echoes in a hollow world.

America, the flawless mirage…
A masterpiece of cracks and fractures.
A kingdom of saints, yet shadows walk among them.
God, let this be an illusion—
For the weight of it crushes like a lover’s betrayal,
Like watching gold turn to dust in your hands.
Got me feeling less of a man.
Left watching and listening…
As the choir sings in tongues of fire,
Promising light while cursing us blind.
Their words drip like honey yet are thick with decay,
Sweet on the lips, but a poison that strangles our airways.

Unraveling the fabric of misfortune,
Unravelling the veil of fragility.
All is fading, like echoes in a hollow world.

Oh, America, the altar of ruin…
Where prophets sell solace for a hollow embrace.
Where the faithful kneel, yet their prayers go unanswered,
Drowned by the echoes of greed and disgrace.

Tell me, how do I stand tall in sinking sand?
How do I find faith with a ghost in my hands?
Got me feeling less of a man—
Like a broken piano that lost all its grandeur.
Like a slave crawling back to its master.

Unraveling the fabric of misfortune,
Unravelling the veil of fragility.
All is fading, like echoes in a hollow world.

Verse 1:
Chasing ghosts in the dead of the night,
Swallowed whole by the pale moonlight.
Drinking deep from a hollow dream,
Sinking slow in a silent scream.

Pre-Chorus:
I feel the embers in my lungs,
I taste the venom on my tongue…
Do you see me?
Do you hear me now?

Chorus:
Screaming through the void, lost in the haze,
Falling faster, swallowed by the flames.
Jacob’s ladder calls my name,
But I’m too far gone to be saved.

Verse 2:
Torn apart by a love misplaced,
Knuckles bruised from the wars I waged.
I kissed the reaper, held his gaze,
One step closer, still enslaved.

Pre-Chorus:
I hear the echoes in my veins,
A requiem for all my shame…
Will you hold me?
Can you save me now?

Chorus:
Screaming through the void, lost in the haze,
Falling faster, swallowed by the flames.
Jacob’s ladder calls my name,
But I’m too far gone to be saved.

Bridge:
I was waiting for the fall…
I was waiting for the fire…
Oh, how it feels to let go…
Oh, how it feels to expire…

Breakdown:
Do I take the novocaine? To numb the pain!
Or do I carve my name in the rain?
Either way, I’m always one step…
One step closer to the grave.

Outro:
Shattered glass, a fractured fate…
Tell me, love, is it too late?
Watch the fire…
Let it take me in…
Let it burn me clean again…

Forgotten, overlooked, freedom ain't Bueno; ***** ******* cooked.
Ain't nothing more than tokens, displayed throughout museums, locked up as crooks.
Some died as troops, some flew the coop to the spirit world, shot dead cause the cops were spooked.
Or cause someone accidentally sent the priests on the loose.
Oh ****, got the savages advocating again; I hope someone gets out the tear gas and the nooses.
Excessive forces are their re-cources, bringing out the terra nullius to justify their abuses.
We are left in the third world to pick up the pieces, trying desperately to rediscover our grassroots.
But firewater and drugs are mass-produced, a devastation that got one feeling as if smallpox was re-introduced.
Watching as suicide rates go through the ******* roof.
But trauma got us so desensitized and so aloof.
Some cannot heal, while others are too afraid of the truth.
That we have become our own greatest oppressive brutes.
Shoot!

Scars desecrate our spirit; I know yawl don't want to hear it.
Our ways have been poisoned, yet some yawl still refuse to cure it.
Our canoes need to be rebuilt.
I know some of you don't want to hear this because you fear it!
But we must rise up and push through it!
Although there may be blood in the soil, there is still time to start blooming.
So, let's get to it!

**** may not be dandy I ain't lion, but we gotta be resilient like a dandelion.
They can try to trap us in concrete, but we push through it, reaching for that horizon.
I knew life wasn't perfect, yet why were minorities' settings locked on Ninja Gaiden?
I swear this **** got me more confused than Joe Biden.
Fumbling down the stairs without a hint of tequila with the lime in.
But if one gets injured, the hospital ain't give ya the time, man.
Don't matter if ya rock the dimes; the colour equates to a crime.
A colour that keeps em blind, so they'd rather watch us die cause they don't give a ****, man!
Ironic how, in this day and age, we are still seen as a problem.
Ironic how, in this day and age, many of us are still doing what we can to keep on surviving.
Whether that ends up with us becoming felons or dandelions.

Scars desecrate our spirit; I know yawl don't want to hear it.
Our ways have been poisoned, yet some yawl still refuse to cure it.
Our canoes need to be rebuilt.
I know some of you don't want to hear this because you fear it!
But we must rise up and push through it!
Although there may be blood in the soil, there is still time to start blooming.
So, let's get to it!

Lord, I’m looking at the fields, but I can’t feel their glow,
You gave me more than enough, but still, I hunger for more.
You promised me lands of milk and honey, yet I turned to the shadows.
Left to bear the curse of the carnivore.
The wind cries, the rain falls, the sun shines, all in vain,
‘Cause I’m out here cursing your blessings, lost in my pain.
I’m trapped in the struggle, bitter, digging my own grave,
Pointing fingers at the world while I’m the one enslaved.
Blind to my faults, walking in circles I paved,
A rebel with no cause, just a soul that misbehaved.
I’m tired, Lord, searching for rest. I keep destroying,
Fighting the peace you offer, caught up in my poison.
Why don’t you strike me down and end my mistakes?
Why do you keep showing me love when all I do is take it?
Is it too late to change, too late to believe?
With the weight of the world on my neck, that got me screaming, ‘I can’t breathe’!
Is it too late for this prodigal son; willing to even work in the wheat?
Can you turn a lost goat back into one of your sheep?
Lord, I pray for my heart to leap.
Lord, I pray for strength, though I am weak.
Please be merciful, although I don't even deserve to wash your feet.

Verse 1:
Everyone wanna pick apart their maker,
Thinking they’re a heroine; en guarding against danger.
Be very wise, son, for the taste of success can lead to a diabetic seizure.
Leaving ya feeling nothing but contempt like a ****** addict that lost everything they ever wagered.
You can swing for the fences, brother, but not everyone will make it major.
Some are born to be stars, while others are born to be servers.
That's why slavery won't die, kid; cause we all fall under something or someone we call master.
Some claim to be the Goat till they get bucked off their throne, leaving them looking like nothing more than some buck-toothed *******.
That's what happens when you never feed your hunger with humility!
Glazing amongst a bunch **** riders, unaware they are giving you nothing but STD’s.
Leading you to become your own most significant liability!
So, desperate to wear the crown but can't contain the weight of it, G.
Blind to the irony, delusional and too narcissistic to face the reality.

Hook:
They all wanna rise, but they fall from the top,
Chasin’ after dreams till the dreams make ‘em rot.
Heavy is the crown, but the heart stay hollow,
Lead the blind today, but who gon’ lead tomorrow?
Caught up in the chase, can’t see what they lack,
Run too fast, son, and you can’t run it back.
Cravin’ that shine while the shadows stay deep,
Masters of the moment, but slaves in their sleep.

True chief solo, roll the leaf ya shrew,
Don’t be such a wino.
Skewed relief always tempo, don’t burn the beef, unless ya want a well done ******.
Got demons in my shadow, ready to pull the trigger on any sucker, that tries to trample on my rose.
Spin dash past these haters even if I gots my eyes closed.
I am ahead of my time, *****, these lyrics paint the sky, **** Beethoven I’m the truest maestro.
That’s about to go viral, so best hide your wives, daughters and your side ***’s.
Don’t require no recital Pedro, I spit raw lyrics as blood thirsty as kano.
Fatality.
I could shadow box with the gods, watch as the cosmos shake.
Could give a ya type two diabetes, the type of **** that make ya girls legs quake!
Every breath I take, every move I make literally shifts the tectonic plates.
I’m a weapon inside and out the bedroom, I’m a villain with devilish tastes.
Add fuel to the culture, watch as the witches, woke yokels, and haters get set ablaze!
This a new era *****, so ya best behave!

Hook:
It’s a new era, same scars, same villain,
Heart cold, but the fire stay drillin’.
New stage, but I still be playin’ the opposition,
Dominate the world, got to stick to the vision.

They try to rewrite me, but I’m still authentic,
Pain in my veins, every line’s embedded.
New era, same fight, I’m still winnin’,
You can change the time, but I’m still the same villain.

(Verse 1)

I know I ain’t no optimist, but yet I’m still in my prime!
Rolling out with the fellas & ****** **** is so divine.
Chalking up some game with some chicas who be looking hella fine.
Living our lives while our other brothers be serving time.
But that’s the life we chose, a mirrored reflection of the time we hold.
Is the soul transferrable?
Is our fate truly set in stone?
Is there a heaven for a G? Tell me; I’d like to know!
I feel the weight of the world; still, I carry it with pride,
Battling these demons that be creeping up inside.
The system’s rigged against us, but we hustle, we survive,
They want to see us fall, but we rise resiliently with our middle fingers held high!

Is there redemption for a sinner when the story’s already halfway told?
Do we answer for our sins when the universe implodes?
Questions in my mind as I walk this lonely road,
Still searching for the light, though my heart is turning cold…
But in this life, we were never guaranteed any ******* gold.
Good thing God created me a gangster cause gangsters are raised to be resilient and bold!

God created me a gangster who craved straight-up lyrism within my soul!
You have to hustle and grind, and you have to stay vigilant when they put you on parole.
You have to keep your head up and push through it, just like the late great Nat King Cole!
Pray no matter what, not just when things are feeling low!
God created you a gangster man, so start acting like it pendajo!