Inferior
Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 4:41 pm
[video]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9yJUmtkLM_Q[/video]
All I feel is corrupted, all I hear is assumption
a bunch of people frontin', a whole lot of nothin'
so much gossip, so much nonsense, no such progress
no one's honest, no one's on this, hold up, talk this
hold up speak this, this is decent, this is life, see it?
listen to the preachers, listen to ur teachers, missin' a speaker?
talk of my features, talk of my leisure, make it easier
we're gettin' weaker, as they gettin' stronger, innocence proper
innocence lost sir, stripped from all the lands, thrown in a locker
pushed in the system, shut up and listen, you better pay attention
the world is a prescription, abused and used just to order up the mission
further pursue your interest, glisten and get your picture flipped into scriptures
allow them to rip ya, put you on their wall and then you trip surrrreeeee...
rip out your innards, flash your cash and flip it to the censors...
but I am the sensor, don't you ever cross me, don't you ever watch me
I am the lost dream, I am the thought be-ing dilluted by my history
focused on misery, look to a different scheme or forget the forgiven me
glorified by poverty, confused by honesty, and who am I probably?
who am I honestly? what can I be when all I ever seen is lost to me?
All I feel is corrupted, all I hear is assumption
a bunch of people frontin', a whole lot of nothin'
so much gossip, so much nonsense, no such progress
no one's honest, no one's on this, hold up, talk this
hold up speak this, this is decent, this is life, see it?
listen to the preachers, listen to ur teachers, missin' a speaker?
talk of my features, talk of my leisure, make it easier
we're gettin' weaker, as they gettin' stronger, innocence proper
innocence lost sir, stripped from all the lands, thrown in a locker
pushed in the system, shut up and listen, you better pay attention
the world is a prescription, abused and used just to order up the mission
further pursue your interest, glisten and get your picture flipped into scriptures
allow them to rip ya, put you on their wall and then you trip surrrreeeee...
rip out your innards, flash your cash and flip it to the censors...
but I am the sensor, don't you ever cross me, don't you ever watch me
I am the lost dream, I am the thought be-ing dilluted by my history
focused on misery, look to a different scheme or forget the forgiven me
glorified by poverty, confused by honesty, and who am I probably?
who am I honestly? what can I be when all I ever seen is lost to me?