Try to come at me
But I throw my fists like its karate
Make your eyes see stars and dotties
Caught on tape by the paparazzi
So I took them out like a ninja Nazi
I'm skeptical of how presidents
Votes are calculated in elections
It's not legit as said
With rigged polls and politicians
It's not our government
It was already chosen
By the ones with all the influence
To make this world what they want it to be
Now what's that mean?
More innocent blood spilt to let you reign?
I don't agree and fuck if I'm gonna reform
I can't let your sinister afflictions
Rule me, no more
Not a warrior but a word bearing sore
Bled out of your fucking pores
Cause the majority of the world conforms
To a world forced to fit in the norm
And I'm sorry but I'm not a puppet
I'd rather speak these distorted pleas
Because most of common human beings
Are left cut out, by their ruling demons
It seems that less of the world has
Their seamstress sewn up the seams it's
More like cheap thread strung together by false heads
But everyone has their own choice
To lead or to be led...
credits
released March 28, 2015
Cypher Instrumental produced by Street Light, Oh Blimey and VI Seconds
Recorded, mixed. mastered and shot by Official Night Owls, Halifax, Nova Scotia