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time to realize, the music buisness feed us lies
but it takes more than that for us to leave it all
we´ve been called independent hippies by the people dissin’ us
hell I ain´t independent, I depend on my listeners
so thank you if you like me and ok if you don´t
but fuck you if you don´t listen but still are acting like you know
this battle getting old
I´ve had it and I know I should laugh at you
I only did what I had to do whatever happened to
the good old ways of showing gratitude instead of attitude
there is nothing I rather do than throwing my pen and pad at you
don´t want to follow the tend and swallow the blend of greed and vanity
that they feed me gradualy through music media
damn right is on I wan´t to know right from wrong
don´t want to just ride along
but it feels like everytime I write a song
pepole are like “drop the microfone, we don´t like your poem”
I dont want everyone to love me
I just don´t want to die alone

I´m living in a lie, lying in my livingroom
driven to boredom, listening to the given tunes
feeling that my limbs will begin to shiver soon
yet I´m living in a lie, living in my livingroom
I´m living in a lie, lying in my livingroom
give it to me now, I know I´m not alone to give into
the bitter truth everyone and I mean even you
are living in a lie, living in my livingroom

they want to see our reason fall behind
all I wanted to was to speak what´s on my mind
and maybe have me some fun
but their damage is done their brainwash is already in effect
go ahead and give me your version of credit and respect
I´m listening
but if we´re talking ‘bout the same thing
than there must be a missing link and if you think
I just don´t understand what you´re saying
you´re damn right indeed
don´t know what you´re trying to be
and if all yall can call me is a playerhater
fine by me
but you better belive there´s nothing better than me
than being head over heels in love with poetry said over beats
but many mc´s are pretending to be some sort of rockstars
not what will make me buy a record
I hate their tactics
as a playstation addict I escape the city of shame
but playing videogames all day won´t give me no fame
so maybe I should try to get signed and get big in the game
“here is your catalog number, now get rid of your name”

I´m living in a lie, lying in my livingroom
driven to boredom, listening to the given tunes
feeling that my limbs will begin to shiver soon
yet I´m living in a lie, living in my livingroom
I´m living in a lie, lying in my livingroom
give it to me now, I know I´m not alone to give into
the bitter truth everyone and I mean even you
are living in a lie, living in my livingroom

radio time´s for sake and now they pump their music into your head
till you´re hooked on what you´re forcefed
but do they realy think we´re that stupid
well I guess they do and if wou ain´t they question you
until they get the best of you
I guess we´re all decived by the
western weiw of music as a shallow entertainment
without walues or any statements
controlled by the ones who make the payments
is there any vacant basement
see I could use a hideaway
don´t get me wrong, I ain´t trying to save hiphop, it´s doing fine
it´s all the ill behavior around it that needs a saviour, do me a favor
don´t put words into my mouth
I never said I would mind being a superstar
but I won´t make a fool out of myself just to get far
see mistakes like these they often happen
and money ain´t the reason I started rappin´
I was lost a while till hip hop took me as foster child
always used to think that music was my life, kind of dump
‘cause if you call that music then what the fuck have I become

I´m living in a lie, lying in my livingroom
driven to boredom, listening to the given tunes
feeling that my limbs will begin to shiver soon
yet I´m living in a lie, living in my livingroom
I´m living in a lie, lying in my livingroom
give it to me now, I know I´m not alone to give into
the bitter truth everyone and I mean even you
are living in a lie, living in my livingroom


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