Reality is gone again be cautious when you're swallowing the toxins
In a way that makes your lungs believe it's oxygen.
It's unhealthy, I know because they tell me I get lost within
The fog, but when I'm wandering God never felt so heavy.
Exhale, what's a cross to a christ?
I think as my smoke gets lost in the night,
I watch a moth that thought he was right,
Flock towards the light, drop from his height,
Even hindsight gets lost with its life
It's quite a fine line between rotten and ripe.
When each day's the same thing, the pain that each day brings,
Won't go away, but it may fade into a faint sting,
No matter how much change collection plates may bring,
Soldiers start marching in when the proud saints sing,
Painting on an angel face, collecting feathers, made wings
Idolized 'til praying hands became the devil's playthings.

It seems strange the way the scenes change while repeating
Replay, cliches disguised before a greenscreen.
If there's no end, then the mean seems suspiciously
Dependent on the missing slash fictitious bits of history
Ideas like divinity, religiously were underscored,
Resources were the forces that had both begun and won the war.
So whats the score? Far as I can tell, same as it was before
Suffer for, more forbidden fruit but rarely touch the core.
Coming up, from the floor, People taking from the poor
Exporting it with disproportionate rewards and nothing more,
I wonder what the money's for, what's everybody running for?
If I would love my muscles more, comfortably numb or sore.
But this is just the business, counterfeiting twisted smiles
Optimistic, bound to fit in if I live in single file
Children growing cynical within a vicious cycle
Feeling like what's worst in life is critical to his survival.

Those most viciously afflicted with the sickness are the symptomless
The most prolific vivid vision's typically the simplest,
It's amazing what you see when you bother to look,
Dividends of fishermen got caught in the hook,
Of his line, while his mind got lost in a book,
Now he's lost in his lines, lawfully rob from the crook,
I guess he saw his time was borrowed, only so long you can follow
Only so many fine wines that you could swallow,
My intent instead is to reject what uncle Simon says,
My defiant rhyming dialect is just a side effect,
People walk around like walking dead more than a minor threat,
How you gonna **** a talking head when you can't find a neck?
I suggest that you protect your mind instead, cause mindless men
Think that they're the brightest cause the light switch in the lion's den
They've kind of been confined within is on so high it blinded them,
Moths go flying towards those kinds of lights and then they die in them

Once upon a time, a long time ago
There was a little boy with a grimy flow
I used to hear him rap in Chicago everyday
And this is what I heard him say…….

He say **** like, he be like….

Ah! and I'm a ******* biter
The size of the incises inside ya might surprise ya
You might need rewind to decipher my cyphers
Ain't nothing on this world worth more than my saliva
I go so hard when I'm flowing
So cold my flows frozen

I'm a rowboat rowing in an open ocean
And I'm hoping, to blow up with no promotion
But dam, those explosions are so slow motion
So, I need some honey bees to pollinate my money trees
Cause fuckery of companies, accompanies that come between
A couple bucks and me, turned my orange juice to Sunny-D

Hide the cash for food stamps, no way i'm funded publicly
I'm hungry, but not for sandwiches I'm ambitious
A panhandler with gram plans and last wishes
Ask for the last table scraps you can't finish
Sell em back when you digest, and I repackage it

Abracadabra, I'm an alchemist, my magic tricks are acting as contaminates
I damage this establishment
They enacted bans on urban camping
If you ask them how they sleep at night the answer is
Happily on mattresses

I slipped upwards through the cracks,
I went places I was not allowed,
Now I am falling down,
Homie I walk through the tops of clouds,
With a Caine I am able to find heaven’s doors when the day is over,
When I came down I choked on my halo,
Chains are outdated,
They are blindlessly outrages,
The cages got replace with complantancy,
See I waited oh so patiently for happiness in all the wrong places,
Traded it for a higher state of mind and higher wages,
The races and the wages,
raised the question of waging war,
I haven't ask them yet,
and then I ask what I was waiting for,
Never paid it to much mind,
I was faded with the flow,
of the highest to know they come,
with their tie under their toe,
Nobody thinks oh no,
they think that they think,
and they go where they go,
and they blink when they blink,
and they speak when they speak,
and they drink when they drink,
There's a kink in the sink,
And I think its in the brink its the end,
But my friend if you rather just pretend,
That its fine, and find more money to spend,
I mean nothing in life is free,
Society is slily,
So the sly in me has realize that they lied to me,
I have realize that I can breathe,
Without paying the slightest fee,
But I will surely die,
If paper takes the life from trees,
But the grass is green,
The family van is filled with gasoline,
The dogs and cats are fed,
Even the trash is clean,
Cookie baking families,
7 Digit salaries,
But there is no imagining the damaging,
At first glance it seems everything is happily,
Look under the mask you will see that,
That’s a fantasy,
I am no longer impress with the best of the best,
You know big ballers don’t respect the bench,
But theres a lot going on top,
That people tend to forget,
From the breath of breath,
To the depth of death,
You know its coming soon,
But no one expects it yet,
Heaven steps just led to an electric fence,
Find the balances,
Between the projects and the palaces,
The process of progress gave my hands calluses,
Prospect of objects that obstruct the abstract,
Concept of happiness that I want to have back,
Expecting more from heavens door,
This fantasy is upsetting,
Hell is more a metaphor with unangelic settings,
You just pluck the strings,
Until your ******' fingers bled,
Forgetting all the wild,
But everything is in your head,
and no man is more wicked than the one who thinks he’s righteous,
And there no black and white here,
Only shades of blindness,
The road to happiness is easily mistaken,
God works in mysterious ways,
but so does Satan.

I have treasure in my mind,
But can't even open up my own vault.

Taking my inner child,
fighting for custody.