Like the suffering of Christ
Like the screaming of his time
I
Up for the dead
Bloodthirsty rulers are bred
Rising up their dreams
Green envious filled with discontent
You desire what others possess
You're ill
Reality slipping and your mind is caving in
Submitting to the
Feeling taken, God do I hate
Pinstriped, black tied, corporate minds
I'm trapped in this cage while others hold me down
Direct
Enter I, disturbing peace of mind
Pressure reflects me
Manipulate and break
I'm the law, I wield the stick
So back your ass
Your sweet soul comforts me
Your eyes show the desires of
Division of mind and body
My eyes have never seen this
Deceiving face fits perfect like a glove
In the camera eye
We welcome you child and we open our arms of
Pimp selling whores
Young runners selling crack
Bars on your doors
Shotgun shove
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