[LIF]
Check it out
I been waitin`, playin`, for a long time
X amount of thoughts carried out in my mind
I turn on the TV, I see crime
Script written diligently and aired on time
Push the power button, now I`m to the tower somethin
Opened up my fridge and found nothin
Tipped to my room with an aura of gloom
Wishin` I could write another tune
But my hands are paralyzed, plus my eyes
Wanna shed tears, but it`s not possible, there`s
The burden of things I couldn`t bear
Feelings weren`t dealt with properly
Remorse follows me
With his good friend, the threat of poverty
Here`s where I am, versus where I think I oughtta be
There`s a certain chance I`m a victim of circumstance
I take a look at myself and at first glance
I see who I recently thought to be me
Based on identities public and private
Behold the radio pirate, ya nigga
A felon, chillin` with a gun to your melon
A pimp with his pockets swellin`, a jester
A slave with wounds that fester, the wanna-be
Pre-med 3-D dread an academic reject
Hopin` to detect life, erect what god gave
Human laws are laid, we go to war, come back
And come up with more
I`m kind, friendly, your worst enemy
Charming, crass, and potentially
Dangerous, have you ever heard of such?
I`m invisible and impossible to touch
[EL-P]
This is not my beautiful melting identity
The thoughts that I can`t manipulate for the safe line
Is personal, one amongst many is the macro,
Made from the pain of the fragile
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[LIF]
I still say fresh dope and things of that sort
I don`t shoot up, smoke crack, or take shorts
Your thoughts are always welcome, I seldom
Won`t enter another`s perspective, corrective lenses
Are somethin` that I wear, so I can see the globe real clear
Look, there`s famine over there, plus the families in fear
Of disease and distress that lingers in the air
These are the words of a man in purgatory
Words of a simpleton living in oblivion
Is this the model for life you will envisionin
free as can be in a world of imprisonment?
I dare you to check new territory
American dream? Time for another story
One where I don`t choke to keep afloat
I`m sick of livin` on false visions of hope
With a knife to my own throat
Stick of dynamite inside my overcoat
Because I know the ropes
Reality in this world is bought and sold
A very limited scope of life is shown
And I`m just one of the mold, fully controlled
Left to erode in my humble abode
You won`t hear me because I got no loot
You don`t hear me because you don`t compute
I`m docile, psycho, have you heard of such?
I`m invisible and impossible to touch
Single mother, who are you? (I phantom)
Office worker, who are you? (I phantom)
Caught up in the system, who are you? (I phantom)
Tryin` to earn a living, who are you? (I phantom)
Depressed and uninspired, who are you? (I phantom)
Hard-workin`, broke and tired, who are you? (I phantom)
Seekin` education, who are you? (I phantom)
Can`t get ahead no matter what you do? (I phantom)
