Verse 1: Pry the mind of it's limits and the definition of definitive projections of the moments that I'm living in discretion....the stimulation of aggression hold your timidness, sweet confessions listeners mimickin' the pains of the culture switch the face of the watch-time hangs near the holster posters of the child, hosting a block full of dead weight body is the temple, sacrifice the headway meditate near the gate by the church where the lead spray but pay it no mind, the rain will subside if pessimism aint the thorn in your side a prelude, not endorsing the crime but the former will die
Chorus: Their like welcome in, you dont seem to trust us ease on up but you'll still feel the pressure work to the bone but still be the lesser put your confession in our protection don't even question how we elect them eat this message, power of suggestion if you deny it's gone be a deathwish so dead it
Verse 2: Owe no man most stand programmed as close friends with a foes hand no duration implied cut ties with the fakers that side notions paraded as wise, why lie when the fine lines mangled between the shooter and the kangol same ole, same ole even at different angles the picture the game holds...not many understand the illusion is a cunning plan disband, blood on the grams the murder cycles again but sleep later since death only wavers for the power of the paper heavy chambers, loose bullets and hellraisers worldwide bangers