Backhand

Everyday is a rerun of the same ol shit

Same fake friends, same pay, same game play, same bitch

You rap about the same ol trash like it's some hood shit

How can anyone relate to a fake life of deprived dreams

Reality TV, these celebrities seem tired

I mean, a victim to a sadistic society

Bullied and put on some clown show to be knocked down

This crowd of audience laughs at their downward spiral

Meanwhile, a soldier's bound on hell's ground for freedom?

How strange meanings can change to bid works of a demon

Middle eastern cloud beacons guide ways to stray humanity

Sanity put norms in hypocrisy in a crazy world

Countless dies to afford supremacy in the hands of the lord

You can die for justice or die by its sword

Politicians and religious figures want more

To compose horror core with an iron mallet

To the build ways for an opposed malice

While they patiently wait in lines of traffic... or choice of drugs

Not limited to children who received no love

Picture lines of cages containing wingless doves

Unable to fly above clouds of hopeless and blood

People, drugs and power all for the shower of money

Don't laugh it's not funny,

It's a brainless mass with their nose runny, doped up

Ironically blinded by their own dreams

Happiness is pursuit till its snapped in half

in a world where it's not what it seems,

but don't sulk just believe, faith is what makes us human beings