Yo, I'm sure that everbody out listenin 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 shit.
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 niggaz or Kings.
We either bitches 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, them other niggaz 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 ca-me-ra survey
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 don't give a damn if any fan recall my legacy.
I'm tryin to live life in the sight of God's memory.
