[Verse 1 Priceless] Now weve all traveled the long road The one thats crooked and wide Weve abandoned the narrow path Now were lost and shooken inside Tryna find god, running from self Looking everywhere else But inside the place, inside our face That our god is to our wealth As we chase dreams, with straight shots A hard liquor, we facade quicker In a tall mirror, and somehow think We seeing god clearer And as we sink deeper Within thin sheets We begin to sleep And as we slumber somehow stumble and turn into sheep Inceptions risin , deceptions hidin, conceptualizin And now the dream turn nightmare is whats on the horizon Cant tell night from day Cant tell wrong from right Cause now good and evil is blended and its all in sight Its called hells pollution The resolution is evolution Revolution is no solution Look to the devil and salute im And when you done that Is when youll find a fun fact The closer you grow to him The more youll just where the suns at And then youll see them bun stack And then youll see how ones at And then youll understand the reason labels fund these dumb acts Cuz they reflect you Yet you reject me Ive owned up to who I am Yes I accept me [Verse 2 Acie High] Ive got my mind to feed Cant worry bout bullshit blinding me Humans are another kind to me But constantly reminding me That flesh is real Fiending for that sex to feel Gone of that exit pill Whats really right is invest to kill Cuz shit wont change Pray to who you want Cuz right when you think theyve changed Thats when they do you wrong Using excuses thats useless instead of moving on Thats why I fall deep into his own And then its fuck you leave me alone Is it being raised, or how your semens late So does being gay come from your DNA? Give it up cant free your slave Niggas out here gon be for days All them hoes like Stevie Jay Im just straight on being paid Im lonely, fuck bitches If shes on me, its cuz of my riches Only worry bout what shes tryna get Taught her bout zodiac signs and shit Shes so god damn blinded with I can never get behind a chick overan , Im mashin nine Im the only one thatll be cash and I Dont care bout tears or mass of snot Youre so outta here like astronaut So why yall worry bout passin pot And fall a victim to pastors plot I aint know that answers not [Outro] Worth it Of pursuit Yes Lost in the vastness of this madness There I see the curse of an inverse mind Spun and unlined Done but shun the wise With crumbs to idolize Satisfied with alibis Trying to shine amongst the blind Enamored by glamour and outlandish standards Stranded in disbanded bandits Endorsing sideline bleacher preachers Teaching platinum leeching tactics and retroactive practices Parasitic critics and diminished exorcists The democracy of hypocrisy Pseudoevolution Meddling with trues, embellishing in mass confusion The illusion is this The divine straight path is really a cyclical quest Not a mystical guess, nor a judgmental sect riddled in biblical texts But invisible chess We must consider all the pieces as we formulate our thesis in hopes of reaching God status Push the apparatus past the stratosphere of fear Only in the darkness shall the truest light appear
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