People day in people day out shouting out
Who's the greatest and who's the weakest seeking
Moral approval from others they don't know
Or show only in statistics laid in front of a box
A lighted hypnotist telling them to dream on
Dream of other peoples fantasy when they
Indeed are slaves themselves to money it's funny
How they call the economically disadvantage
Poor and the economically advantage rich
When it's based of class of old school leadership
Business as usual bigs guys hoovering the little guys
First lie is they say you can be anything you want to be
But later you become exactly what you don't wanna be
They fake themselves so much they make believe they're
Happy they aren't happy at all not at all downfall
Of family values and uprise of Independence
Virtue used to be patient now its stamped with dependence
Meaningless things that used to have value now have none its alone in the corner
Like the first life taken mistaken for a ******
Or could it be the eternal judge making a grudge
With the underground like job and the boils
The closest friends come as a snake coiled
But back to this fictitious reality to arrest your mentality
If it were so great then why is everyone lost
If it is so pleasing why is everyone depressed
Stressed through the week then by the weekend
There weaken now family feud begins subliminally
They program the television to start your fantasy
You think youre not being controlled look
At your self in the mirror you'll see a faceless figure
Pinned to the corner of the top left top right
Bottom left to the bottom right delight
Tryna to center your sight without smite
Despite what others may think you mold
Yourself with the invisible colors painted
Across your weaping stainless clear tears
The pains speaks but the conscious reeks
Foul smells because the subconscious prevailed
Driven by an immovable force instincts
Claiming they're yours when it's others instinct
They drawed you to their conclusion
Mistaken for your own so give a dog bone
Watch him play with it lay with it pick at it
Then after all is done and bored hell let stand
There to rot where soon is all forgot spot
Waiting for the new toy waiting for a decoy
That's use folks moving like dogs looking for a new device
Life we chew on then we spit it out when we want change
Then hope for a new toy a job to bail us out when we was robbed
No justice because just as you signed the contract
They gave it to written in all black bold letters
Small print written at the bottom so no sentiment
That's they way it goes ism runs this domain