The soul is pain
My skin remains
In a constant state of need
That means i must grind these feet
They hoard they steal thats the definition of greed
Turn on the tv cant believe what i see
Look out the window and it all makes sense
Is it reality what your looking at
Chances are slim
Everyone throws shade
And pushes blame
They say the universe is infinite and i feel trapped in a cage
Man the tricks the mind plays
Its just me against this brain
Keep me focused on my wants and i will slave