False

On the first beat imma Valse

And Dance away from all that's false

I can't escape this Trance

Death Glazed over at first Glance

Imma take a chance in this game of Chance

Nothing's gonna Mitigate the Circumstance

Let water flow like i came to irrigate with fresh rain

And a new pain and a New ghost who came to irritate

Fuck it along with Fate

Tell her fuck herself even though it's our first date

Every word thats Falsified keeps adding nails

Like i'm Crucified each of the details

That Spin a New tale for every fail

Imma Get Set to be Primed for each of the church bell that chimed

An for Every verse that Rhymed i feel like imma Detonate

I hope Words can Resonate like your fight for Svoboda

Imma promote a new world imma leave

The room whirled then toes curled

As the Worlds Hurled to the Sun

Till Everyone of my thoughts are done till every battle i have is Won

I treat yall like my Sons or Daughter

Imma Train you in slaughter keep shit

More clean than a Doc hooked to Morphine

I'm somethin Never Before Seen just a Normal Teen

With a dream of Being Seen ive got a Single Dream

And it may Seem Basic but i'm on my death to Bed

Where i lay sick spending a last breath

I aint Bein False i got a course

That imma scream on till i'm Hoarse

Call me a Gift horse ill show you i aint false

It's time to Go never look at the Mouth

I took all the False an Made it Right

Still can i stand up to fight

Cause tonight imma be layin to Rest

Some of the Best without Falsifying

Till everyone drops down an Starts Crying

Because tonight False is Dying

When the Wrongs make a Right

But you can't stand up and Fight imma face

The Final Stand i feel like A

Tuna Canned trapped and Dead

Without a proper Bed i have said Enough

My arms feel HEavy like Lead

my Hearts cold my arts

Livin my Souls gone to be sold

And imma Fold i gave it till it's done

It's a given Sin

I can't win an i need no Pin

Because i aint a poster on ya wall to grin

911 why you call?

Imma fall down some stairs

Then imma answer some simple Prayers

All the Chairs are Empty i hold my breath

Tempt me with death

I aint Bein False i got a course

That imma scream on till i'm Hoarse

Call me a Gift horse ill show you i aint false

It's time to Go never look at the Mouth

I took all the False an Made it Right

Still can i stand up to fight

Cause tonight imma be layin to Rest

Some of the Best without Falsifying

Till everyone drops down an Starts Crying

Because tonight False is Dying

I might outlive purpose

But people acting like a monkeys in a circus

An Junkies lovin Crack

Some Flunkies with too much slack

To prove shit or talk smack