STX - Facades

I been told this as good as it gets
Appreciate your blessings and eat you gritz
I been told this as good as it gets
Go searching for more wings might get clipped
I see
The common type of man
And I try
The common type of plan
But my hands
Are sweaty suicidal
So I ran
To give myself a while
3:36 till a mile
Vile filled so I smile
Stress piles with trials
I feel trapped in these isles
Mildly been defiled
Place is child book wild
And what's more is the same ones that claim they tame
Lamely turn on you
Eat all but your name
Wanna try to pick brains
Inspect your pick up game
And make a martyr out you so they can sell the refrain
Soul foods like every night
Future looking fairly bright
Garden greens
Holy sights
Fable dreams hold me tight
Something off but so is life
Work all day to lose a tithe
Blow the rest on beautiful bitches
Wish some had mutable switches
Conversating losing interest
Always acting tad suspicious
Wonder if it was what's written
Nostradamus had predicted
Heard the message didn't listen
And so I question why pops went missing
Left me here to adhere
Creation drear with no peers
Snakes piercing their ears
Tryna hear his fears
Veer from deer merely peering outta my rear
Near the seer so he shows me mirage
Still in my car
Parked in the garage
Now displaced in facades
Escaping basements tomorrow
Followed by souls encased and hollow
Who holler for dollars
Tell me how to wipe out prejudice
I'll settle for just the prejudices you have inside yourselves
Show me how to get rid of the unlimited capacity for human beings to make themselves believe that they're somehow right
And justified in stealing from somebody
Or hurting somebody
And you'll just about put this place here outta business
Sick of idols who idle
Refuse topics not viral
While most of us spiraling
Jungle wild and violent
Staccatos of primal man
Swelling fists tiring
Tyrant above us all
Release doves he's firing
Cage match gloves taken outta retirement
Sick of court room injustice ignoring my mother's busted lip
Baby dad bruises useless
Jury choose not to sentence him
Evidence not gon do it
Corrupt confessions, been through it
Practice CPS statements
Hiding pendants been stained red
Muffled screams till she fainted, how's he a saint that I'm framing
Care more bout ash that I'm slanging
So sick of people gangbanging
Only leads to arraignment
Grown men grooming children
Tell youth to start shooting
Given routes to Van Heusen
Politicians abusing empowered trips screaming coward
Conspired federal wires
See I'm tired of ire
Constantly mire my priors
Fighting fire with fire
Town crier message dyer
But y'all listen to friars
And fall in line to liars say I'm screaming wolf
But one y'all wearing wool
And rest you quick to follow him
Gallow groups should call on him
Hallowed dupes coddle them
How do dukes fondle men
No repercussive problems and why we still act like institutions aren't part of it
Cloud vision with division
Pit each other for their mission
If they making money its permissive
Church taking pay but y'all still pay your bishops who groom children all the time
Or they gon groom the minds of the minds
Of the groom, children and his wives
All tryna course your lives
Course they tryna court your ass
Dort best not defend that pass
Gassing up iconoclasts
Mohammed must be taught at last
Hope you all hear the brass when you sitting up in class
Questions they gon come to pass

Written by:
Nicholas Stilkey

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