Mike Flossin'

.. Yo, I'm sure that everbody out readin' this agree/ That everything you see ain't really how it be/ A lot of jokers out runnin in place, chasin' the style/ Be a lot goin' on beneath the empty smile/ Most cats in my area be lovin' the hysteria/ Synthesized surface conceals the interior/ America, land of opportunity, mirages and camoflauges/ More than usually -- speakin' loudly, sayin' nothin/ You confusin' me, you losin' me/ Your game is twisted, want me enlisted in your usary/ Foolishly, most men join' the ranks cluelessly/ Buffoonishly accept the deception, believe the perception/ Reflection rarely seen across the surface of the lookin' glass/ Walkin' the street, wonderin' who they be lookin' past/ Lookin' gassed with them imported designer shades on/ Stars shine bright, but the light rarely stays on/ Same song, just remixed, different arrangement/ Put you on a yacht but they won't call it a slaveship/ Strangeness, you don't control this, you barely hold this/ Screamin' brand new, when they just sanitized the old sh!t/ Suppose it's just another clever Jedi mind trick/ That they been runnin across stars through all the time with/ I find it's distressin, there's never no in-between/ We either n!gg@z or Kings/ We either b!tches or Queens/ The deadly' ritual seems immersed, in the perverse/ Full of short attention spans, short tempers, and short skirts/ Long barrel automatics released in short bursts/ The length of black life is treated with short worth/ Get yours first, everyone else is secondary/ That type of illin' that be fillin' up the cemetary/ This life is temporary but the soul is eternal/ Separate the real from the lie, let me learn you/ Not strong, only aggressive, cause the power ain't directed/ That's why we are subjected to the will of the oppressive/ Not free, we only licensed/ Not live, we just excitin'/ Cause the captors own the masters to what we writin'/ Not compassionate, only polite, we well trained/ Our sincerity's rehearsed in stage, it's just a game/ Not good, but well behaved cause the cameras see most of the things that we think, do, or say/ We chasin' after death just to call ourselves brave But everyday, next man meet with the grave/ I give a damn if any fam recall my legacy/ I'm tryin to live life in the sight of God's memory And it's like that y'all...