Exposure ( honest feed)
No other has done what i've done in my years of droppin' this
But my main frame was to remain sane, dont fear apocaylpse
Can't see clear, the dominance in the people have passed on
Man's now penetrated with vile shit like its Evil with strap-ons
While praying on myself, to make it thru fakeness and all that
There's some points where humanity'll be safe if we fall back
But every race i've known is 2 proud to let their guards down
But even Pride's a sin, so we could all just forget its hard, now
Theres not a doubt, that theres hypocrisy within a mindstate
But contradictions are only based if it'll cringe the crime rates
No other person really lives it, cus it all depends on wise takes
On how the human race is movin' inside percents of fine space
Could there be a reason to why establishment is lost in debt
When all the land you've owned is adequate to start respect
Seems as if money makes us all revolt in every constant step
When everything we say is charged back as a cost of death
Exposure, and pain, its the same example
Of explainin' babble, that'll change a battle
No one - Really cares on the messes God has left
But now - Even our own soul's at loss of breath
Stop this mess, no one will ever Pay-Mind to Listen
THe Same Kind of bitches that Hate Eyes with vision
Its Plain, I'm a glitch, With the mind of a saint
And Life Lived can't be spelled without DIE in its name
They tell us to pay forward, ignore pain to the upmost
Insane torture, Gamblin' life is now made to be up close
Extinction is long over due, but no one's waitin' demise
Even some elders are tired, and too damn lazy to die
Its crazy, but life has no limits, and some surpasses all
When caskets fall, it opens, all you see is cash from ya'll
Some acid vaults, and capsules to deteriorate migraines
Hidden cameras in pills prescripted to investigate my pains
It's been told, that the world will soon lose its Last Esteem
When a man was killed in corruption just for Having Dreams
Fast, it seems, but even some others try to go in a rush
A man shot in public, and still no one knows who it was
Crazy ain't it? How it all gathers up in the tapes, to view it
when the nation gets hit, it never reveals scrapes n bruises
My aim is useless, cause no one will ever notice a teenage
Thinkin' I'm just a cliche' of a person, "this is only a replay"
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