Mar 2017
How many folks selling they souls
Just to get a decent cash flow
Lets take a stroll and roll
With me down the streets of insanity
To my left we got riches
To right we got *******
Money cars clothes
To movies or cameos on tv shows
Can't grow
With out ya name in blood
Signed in bright red ink
And devils give you link
To the secret chamber
Approach to danger if you a stranger
Only a few allowed in
Keep the secrets within
Cuz talking gets death walking
Mysterious lost with the late night hawkin' stalking
Your very instincts do you want a. Contract?
Or diamond plaque check the stats
Fool and yearn from sellin' out
Now that you stuck in the game
Can't maintain damaged brain
Went from **** to *******
With yo soul drained gotta make it rain
Without water can't get smarter
Cuz they got you in an arrested development
Too late to repent them demons sent
Meant to give enjoyment
But at the same time you in punishment
A slave to time invented by mankind
24 hour grind and rewind
Back to when ya sold ya soul
And in time you'll find
Ain't nothing nice about it
Yea you got money but you subjugated
By the fallen one trying to be show gun
But you still fallin' son
Souls going empty cuz you got no energy
Can't gain consciousness with out
Light shining upon thee
Conscious gone everything's wrong
Now you worried about what's next to come
Sell ya soul some more ******* Gore
Sacrifice a close family
And you'll get so more money
This ain't a game dog
These are real ******' hogs
Once you play in the devils yard
Ya bounded for life
Through trials and strife
Talk against them n it'll cost ya your life
Look around you
At how many people died
For mumblin' truths lies to the youth
To keep them confused
They don't even know
Who they are beyond the stars
Galaxy afar I see a spiritual war
Taking soar
Its dark clouds unfolding death shrouds
I talk loud n give a **** how it comes out
Ten rules to live by til the day I die
Read books and open up yo thirds eye no sty why lie
We stay mobbin' intellects rejects
What society sets
Though I may be persecuted and set fora high bail
But at least my Soul ain't up for sell
Whooaaaaaaaaa
Just to get a decent cash flow
Lets take a stroll and roll
With me down the streets of insanity
To my left we got riches
To right we got *******
Money cars clothes
To movies or cameos on tv shows
Can't grow
With out ya name in blood
Signed in bright red ink
And devils give you link
To the secret chamber
Approach to danger if you a stranger
Only a few allowed in
Keep the secrets within
Cuz talking gets death walking
Mysterious lost with the late night hawkin' stalking
Your very instincts do you want a. Contract?
Or diamond plaque check the stats
Fool and yearn from sellin' out
Now that you stuck in the game
Can't maintain damaged brain
Went from **** to *******
With yo soul drained gotta make it rain
Without water can't get smarter
Cuz they got you in an arrested development
Too late to repent them demons sent
Meant to give enjoyment
But at the same time you in punishment
A slave to time invented by mankind
24 hour grind and rewind
Back to when ya sold ya soul
And in time you'll find
Ain't nothing nice about it
Yea you got money but you subjugated
By the fallen one trying to be show gun
But you still fallin' son
Souls going empty cuz you got no energy
Can't gain consciousness with out
Light shining upon thee
Conscious gone everything's wrong
Now you worried about what's next to come
Sell ya soul some more ******* Gore
Sacrifice a close family
And you'll get so more money
This ain't a game dog
These are real ******' hogs
Once you play in the devils yard
Ya bounded for life
Through trials and strife
Talk against them n it'll cost ya your life
Look around you
At how many people died
For mumblin' truths lies to the youth
To keep them confused
They don't even know
Who they are beyond the stars
Galaxy afar I see a spiritual war
Taking soar
Its dark clouds unfolding death shrouds
I talk loud n give a **** how it comes out
Ten rules to live by til the day I die
Read books and open up yo thirds eye no sty why lie
We stay mobbin' intellects rejects
What society sets
Though I may be persecuted and set fora high bail
But at least my Soul ain't up for sell
Whooaaaaaaaaa
