Apparently, I'm a catholic christian
Chiseled by the vision of my dad's religion
Synonym for the system, catalyst for difference
Addition to division, wishing after the assistance
Of a listener - either at distance
Non existence or believes in his infinite wisdom
Not to interfere with his children
Leave that to the priests
Administer the last rites wrapped in the sheets
Of the money that you made in your fast life
Lasting at least one generation...
God's veneration replaced with the wrong simulation
The worship of the wealth
Be a pop idol, worshipping yourself
With the wallet not bible lurking on my shelf
Being perfectly myself, worsening my health
I'm trapped, between two factors
Neither of which I practice...
Tell a white lie now I lie upon the black list
Let's analyze that language
Languishing within our own vernacular
A heart of darkness, bloodstained like dracula
Who said that white means good?
Who said that black the means bad?
Racism takes words as walls to make prisons
Ironic how we're called Great Britain
What a strange adjective, for a state smitten
And protective when considering the great image
We erected, elected for hope and glory
History books all rewrote the story
For the land of the broke and gory
Choked with the homeless and all of us are coping poorly
Surely we could realise
That the reel lies, real life more like real lies
Real eyes get blinded, minds are reminded
Taught to rethink in the blink of an eyelid
Guided by media, class divides - needy and greedier
Mastermind - clueless sitting in the chair
Alive on air, living in the glare of the camera's
Defined by parameters, tick this box, provide the examiners
With all that you learn, you could watch Orwell turn
In a big brother tomb, while all that you earn
Will burn into ash - what is the world but a furnace for cash?
Getting spurred by the lash, work for your worth
From the first to the last gasp of the oxygen
Coughing till they box me in
Throw me in the ring like Don King, fight for my right
To do the wrong things with the power that the song brings
I could be a free man, build a living with these hands
Believing that we can, stand together
Make lions out of meek lambs...
Inherit the earth, in reality humanity is actually inherent at birth
Merit and worth and attainment
That should be a measure of the way that you retain it
When I entered entertainment
I never knew what to entertain meant - enslavement
Modern day cotton fields, rappers offered rotten deals
Pocket mills from the crops we yield
But behind the shades eye sockets aren't often pealed
Read the labels, see what they want concealed...
The fact, we own no masters
Not a single single on a tracklist
Not a word that slips outta my cracked lips
To the hi-hats snapping like cracked whips
In the tight fist of the industry
For them we ain't nothing but a till receipt
A chain of numbers on their bills and books
And the worst of it all, we make our own hooks
Let the idea marinate
Committed to the rhythm, won't marry late
Hate watching other men salivate over her
Figure not the mind, nor the lyric or the rhyme
Only the money, funny how the fame
Is the flame for the locust, ruining the beauty
Ruining the focus, a cold glaucoma
Distorting the vision of her old persona
Loner, loser, you see I don't abuse her
To amuse you, I know my youtube views are
Showing no popularity...
Hip Hop separates pop and reality
Not for the salary, it's an art form
One that could never be locked in a gallery
Watching the calories, lies that you consume
Soon, it's you that they consume true
I write back with the honesty
Ain't offering an image of a perfect polished me
No apology, I'm a work in progress
Like everybody else and I'm hurting no less
Than I deserve, I won't reverse the letters in my verse
Am I reserved? Never, with a cliched heart on the sleeve
I strive to be brave like the spartans believed
I breathe in the breeze in the dark on my knees I freeze
And fling my pleas to God
Sorting out the world ain't an easy job
I'm a sinner but please don't seize the rod and judge
All my bad decisions, plus they're all adding up like mathematicians
I attract derision, lacking ambition rapping slacking up in last position
With intent to be greater, creator and liberator not afraid to
Speak my mind though too deep at times
Won't tweak my lines, or the beats and rhymes
A trinity too sacred, I stand here naked and bare my soul
With a skin no hatred will tear with holes
WIth a heart no hatred will tear with holes
WIth a heart no hatred will tear with holes
Chiseled by the vision of my dad's religion
Synonym for the system, catalyst for difference
Addition to division, wishing after the assistance
Of a listener - either at distance
Non existence or believes in his infinite wisdom
Not to interfere with his children
Leave that to the priests
Administer the last rites wrapped in the sheets
Of the money that you made in your fast life
Lasting at least one generation...
God's veneration replaced with the wrong simulation
The worship of the wealth
Be a pop idol, worshipping yourself
With the wallet not bible lurking on my shelf
Being perfectly myself, worsening my health
I'm trapped, between two factors
Neither of which I practice...
Tell a white lie now I lie upon the black list
Let's analyze that language
Languishing within our own vernacular
A heart of darkness, bloodstained like dracula
Who said that white means good?
Who said that black the means bad?
Racism takes words as walls to make prisons
Ironic how we're called Great Britain
What a strange adjective, for a state smitten
And protective when considering the great image
We erected, elected for hope and glory
History books all rewrote the story
For the land of the broke and gory
Choked with the homeless and all of us are coping poorly
Surely we could realise
That the reel lies, real life more like real lies
Real eyes get blinded, minds are reminded
Taught to rethink in the blink of an eyelid
Guided by media, class divides - needy and greedier
Mastermind - clueless sitting in the chair
Alive on air, living in the glare of the camera's
Defined by parameters, tick this box, provide the examiners
With all that you learn, you could watch Orwell turn
In a big brother tomb, while all that you earn
Will burn into ash - what is the world but a furnace for cash?
Getting spurred by the lash, work for your worth
From the first to the last gasp of the oxygen
Coughing till they box me in
Throw me in the ring like Don King, fight for my right
To do the wrong things with the power that the song brings
I could be a free man, build a living with these hands
Believing that we can, stand together
Make lions out of meek lambs...
Inherit the earth, in reality humanity is actually inherent at birth
Merit and worth and attainment
That should be a measure of the way that you retain it
When I entered entertainment
I never knew what to entertain meant - enslavement
Modern day cotton fields, rappers offered rotten deals
Pocket mills from the crops we yield
But behind the shades eye sockets aren't often pealed
Read the labels, see what they want concealed...
The fact, we own no masters
Not a single single on a tracklist
Not a word that slips outta my cracked lips
To the hi-hats snapping like cracked whips
In the tight fist of the industry
For them we ain't nothing but a till receipt
A chain of numbers on their bills and books
And the worst of it all, we make our own hooks
Let the idea marinate
Committed to the rhythm, won't marry late
Hate watching other men salivate over her
Figure not the mind, nor the lyric or the rhyme
Only the money, funny how the fame
Is the flame for the locust, ruining the beauty
Ruining the focus, a cold glaucoma
Distorting the vision of her old persona
Loner, loser, you see I don't abuse her
To amuse you, I know my youtube views are
Showing no popularity...
Hip Hop separates pop and reality
Not for the salary, it's an art form
One that could never be locked in a gallery
Watching the calories, lies that you consume
Soon, it's you that they consume true
I write back with the honesty
Ain't offering an image of a perfect polished me
No apology, I'm a work in progress
Like everybody else and I'm hurting no less
Than I deserve, I won't reverse the letters in my verse
Am I reserved? Never, with a cliched heart on the sleeve
I strive to be brave like the spartans believed
I breathe in the breeze in the dark on my knees I freeze
And fling my pleas to God
Sorting out the world ain't an easy job
I'm a sinner but please don't seize the rod and judge
All my bad decisions, plus they're all adding up like mathematicians
I attract derision, lacking ambition rapping slacking up in last position
With intent to be greater, creator and liberator not afraid to
Speak my mind though too deep at times
Won't tweak my lines, or the beats and rhymes
A trinity too sacred, I stand here naked and bare my soul
With a skin no hatred will tear with holes
WIth a heart no hatred will tear with holes
WIth a heart no hatred will tear with holes
( Just Muz )
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