Live in the era of the bullet so just bite it, how much longer can we live our lives like this? just cause they are stronger, is there no reason to fight? and if every dollar is evil, is there no sense in righteous?
struck by the movement, like the eye of a needle, but there's no thread through it, the third eye can't see through the evil, I'm bred stupid, spoon-fed, eyes red, born to hit the pavement, bitter about the future, is there any way we can save it? What could you possibly build, that won't eventually cave in? What else could Poe have said to the raven? what is a maverick when compared to the maiden? when your faded, jaded and bitter about the present, it's a gift or a mess, depending on how you made it. congratulations, you have it. Now what would you trade it for? Time is granted, your mind is the plaintiff, now clear the floor, with no one to die for us, society is born, angels sing a song without a chorus just to mop the blood.
Stuck in the moment, focus on the current term. Put life under a microscope, no time to be concerned. Cause I could never settle for what I haven't earned. I'm always begging for second chances even if I get burned. It's hot in the melting pot, next to the stars at night. Look through the cards in my hand, wait til the moments right, then push through the top. Because there ain't no limit, grip life and hold it tight. Travel light. protect your visions. Flay by the seat of my pants on some McGyver shit, liable as most viable, I'm a top survivalist.
Color-coated dream puzzle, focus on the vivid lucid hustle,
Bitter alchemist sent back in time to join the struggle.
Flashy horns, vintage beats, crunchy funk guitar, power hungry bass lines, Vocals like titans, anthems of the demi-gods.
Forged from cast iron, sent to earth on meteorite: Device Grips is a creature birthed by Aphrodite and Mars {son of Zeus}