Dire Prep - JawBreaker

The End of Days R Upon Us
Minimum Wages and Conflict
The End of Days R Upon Us
Minimum Wages and Conflict
The End of Days R Upon Us
(The End of Days R Upon Us)
Minimum Wages and Conflicts
Devils Staging the Phases of Race War Regardless
Beyond the Lie
We Ain’t Waiting to Die
We Ready to Fight
Hands Up, Fists Up, Pen and A Mic
Preconceived by the notion, fuck your bullshit, fuck your drama
Vines of vibes thorns on all sides and poking
Ima focus, getting conscious
Theory, staying light – weight carry
Bright, the visions will vary I’m weary of friends
Worrying about them not, the one to my left or right
Taught wrong in school all along we fight
I want to succeed past the breed stuck on luxury
Routine ways of living I’m missing with standard shifting I’m stuck in the middle
Fuck the little I know
Striving above in the city I love battling blockades ways to unfold the fold
Fuck the maze I woke from a hoax tired made it through rain setting flame inside desire
Burning higher than Afghanistan take a stand or gander as we command humanity
Making the money spending the world in our sequel
Jawbreaker, there’s more we’re eating believing we breaching the core
But never cracking the shell
Sweeten it all while we suffer the spell
Naturally-grained, man-made, to the penny-weighed
Aid and the trade paying ways about your day
We’re all slaves in this time
In persistence of the sign know in time with wisdom
Intimate design flows inside
This world, this life, this death
Everybody’s departing
But not from the same depth
What are you doing?
Now how do you feel?
Tell me it’s real
Contemplating communication the ways of action ain’t right
I’m fighting for the right to say today
Might lose the right tonight, ain’t isn’t a word this shit feels right to say
I blind myself to the road
Survival is an Obstacle
Right can be wrong all along if the optical is sliced strong
Story-teller fella misleading faction afterthought
Too many plots on the tell-lie-vision, slim facts thick fiction
Life to me, being victim of a dream, that feels real
Until I wake and see only me
Billions looking at the same scheme
Everyone needs but only few are willing
You oughta be filling pockets with seed, rather than Shilling
Feeding your children instead of greed leading to killing
Too bad it’s easier proposed than it’s dealt with
Maybe we’ll find a better pot to melt with
Until then
I’m selfless
What are you doing?
Now how do you feel?
Tell me it’s real

Written by:
Ryan Willette

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