I got a kid coming and I'm fed up with nothing
tha rain is hunting for truth cuz it's something
I'll always hold dear so I go forth with no fear
refusing to show tears time passes slow here
u can't escape age it will turn ya face grey
supressing a fake rage only ta make way
for real madness as our senior citizens kneel ravaged
they feel sadness rationed like miltary meal packets
right now I'm twenty three living in this country free
as all our money's siezed by other peoples hungry greed
copying drugs like a parrot making u pay to ya parish
so would it make us care if there were no generics
they have tha beaten lured I mean think about it even u hurt
our their reasons pure it's better for buisness to treat then cure
no court is trying them by trial so then who is lying then
I see people crying when we will help our dying friends
their lies have got u waiting there's a lesson taught thru patience
they call tha cops to place him this is how they control population
so many verses, my work is coming 2 tha surface
this spit don't appeal 2 tha worthless
acts stay in tha circus, my flow merc's this
almost picture perfect tha way I serve it
I'm fed up with tha lies it's pain that lets us know were alive
thats comes as no surprise cuz were gonna feel it to we die
to me killing is a little drastic they do it so they get no static
pointless murder is so tragic war is easier then being diplomatic
haunted by all yur past decisons u just want to be happy living
politicians make bad predictions time to make my last revisons
so maybe I can finish so lucky those disguised cynics owe us free
if yur in this hole trust me don't be persuaded by clinical studies
finally I've come to end tha dry weather it's obvious with a review of my records
some use cash ta buy treasures they could be tournicates and not apply pressure
my raps are fire sell these arsons there not paid avertisements like tele bargains
fuck those people on celly's narcing they need to "walk away" like kelly clarkson
I'll go hostile ta split his wig in like tha quickest fission
ya listed missing and I served it to u like assited living
I know who sports fake flows so I let them portray foes
as I twist um like a tornado and bring it to an ornate close
half ya fake u'll all have ta wait 2 captivate like dollars do
I can't put all of u in solitude and ask u what u call tha truth
so many verses, my work is coming 2 tha surface
this spit don't appeal 2 tha worthless
acts stay in tha circus, my flow merc's this
almost picture perfect tha way I serve it