His arms were straining, while he just sat down alone with his heart paining
His palms stained with bloodshed, not literally, on his passage to gain things
It's a saint thing, people got him gunning down with invisible weapons
Invincibles in them, time ticks by, breathing heavier at every second
Regret, guilty conscience struck in him, angels of devils got him staring
So you see him standing on the stage starring, roots of evil got him earrings
Hot things, we had to shot him, stab him, grab them, heck, just leave them mourning
Grieve them mornings, fifth in line for the scorning, gift in the mind, saying 'sorry's
Till they wake up in the morning trembling and scrambling, guilty in the heart
Filthy in the art, this moment they could be saying they really suck
And the next time they could be kings, shame to be deceived, clings
Blink, now wishing they sink, wishing they be selling onion rings at burger kings
Hunger kings, equipped with acquisitive heart, now I feel pain in the butt
In the neck, how great if they could just spit and spat and just tell the truth, but
In the deck, we shuffle and scuffle, angry at everytime they drive us mad
Revive the sad, when they know I could be the truth, now tell me who needs the proof?
Who needs to move, they pointing rifles at us, ganging at us, banging at lust
Dissapointing us, we were the ones who were appointing trust, unjust..
Now nobody knows who to trust, burning money in hell before they rust
So all I ask, "Do they mask? What's their task?" They disgust, "IT'S IN THEIR BLOOD!"
Hiddin' guns in the mud, put on a false face 'cause they start cryin' hard
Dying hard, I could consider trying hard to discard 'the card'; wild card
Burning in the greed of flame, rid of fame, how much I wish I could meet the tamed
I need my name, speaking in the creed of game, who's insane, now 'STRIP THE SANE'
This time I lead them through the lake of clarity, all to shake reality
Clean the face of the charred, praise the scarred, now now, show me what's 'true charity'
Nobody ever proves the verity, only put me through insularity
Hollerin' how lyrically overflowed I am with vulgarities
Sanity! God is prononouced Saint-ly, this dog denounced words of the bible
In this time that we live in, from the air that we breathe in, SWORDS ON THE DOUBLE
His palms stained with bloodshed, not literally, on his passage to gain things
It's a saint thing, people got him gunning down with invisible weapons
Invincibles in them, time ticks by, breathing heavier at every second
Regret, guilty conscience struck in him, angels of devils got him staring
So you see him standing on the stage starring, roots of evil got him earrings
Hot things, we had to shot him, stab him, grab them, heck, just leave them mourning
Grieve them mornings, fifth in line for the scorning, gift in the mind, saying 'sorry's
Till they wake up in the morning trembling and scrambling, guilty in the heart
Filthy in the art, this moment they could be saying they really suck
And the next time they could be kings, shame to be deceived, clings
Blink, now wishing they sink, wishing they be selling onion rings at burger kings
Hunger kings, equipped with acquisitive heart, now I feel pain in the butt
In the neck, how great if they could just spit and spat and just tell the truth, but
In the deck, we shuffle and scuffle, angry at everytime they drive us mad
Revive the sad, when they know I could be the truth, now tell me who needs the proof?
Who needs to move, they pointing rifles at us, ganging at us, banging at lust
Dissapointing us, we were the ones who were appointing trust, unjust..
Now nobody knows who to trust, burning money in hell before they rust
So all I ask, "Do they mask? What's their task?" They disgust, "IT'S IN THEIR BLOOD!"
Hiddin' guns in the mud, put on a false face 'cause they start cryin' hard
Dying hard, I could consider trying hard to discard 'the card'; wild card
Burning in the greed of flame, rid of fame, how much I wish I could meet the tamed
I need my name, speaking in the creed of game, who's insane, now 'STRIP THE SANE'
This time I lead them through the lake of clarity, all to shake reality
Clean the face of the charred, praise the scarred, now now, show me what's 'true charity'
Nobody ever proves the verity, only put me through insularity
Hollerin' how lyrically overflowed I am with vulgarities
Sanity! God is prononouced Saint-ly, this dog denounced words of the bible
In this time that we live in, from the air that we breathe in, SWORDS ON THE DOUBLE
Never wanted to ask for trouble, provoke your beliefs that you called it
But we people living just to prove it.. It's stupid isn't it? It's just stupid..
Predictions proven true?
But there's so many people livin' in this god damn world..
Is it a mere coincidence?
Tryin' to discredit the works of people by sayin' it was written..
So where's your evidence?
1 comment:
Nice wordplay. You improved tremendously. Keep it up. n improve on the paragraphing.
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