The Poster Boys - the ABYSS

Always remember
Your focus determines your reality
Stay close to me

I don't like the way she lookin' at me like I'm easy prey
And I don't like way you talk about me when you think it's safe
I can see your faces, jealousy and hatred
Guess that's par for the course, no PGA
And ya know I can't smoke too many trees today
Or some of you narcs gon' report me to the EPA
So, I gotta be cool, I gotta lay low
Gotta start gettin' paid under the table
You know I gotta bend a few rules to build this label
And gotta keep persuadin' these fools I wear a halo
I finesse some extra money for the clout
Turn around, convince the public that it's not what we're about
Mix religion and tradition with ambition for fame
That's how we play ya for your cash
And why we call it the game

You, you've given me this platform that I've got
Envision me as somethin' that I'm not
You treat me like a messenger from God
Behind this mic, well who's to say I'm not

Let me explain
Here's the thing, I came up in the church
People don't know what they believe
But they're still makin' it work
They know without it, if they doubt it
They'd be aimless or worse
And anyhow, they fear the ground
Out of disdain for the dirt
All they say is rehearsed
Perfectly tailored to furnish
Their perfect places of worship
Where they abstain from the world
And pretend to pray to an otherworldly creator in turn
Knowing that everyone else, sadly is slated to burn
And so, that's where I'm from
And all that I ever knew
Until I turned 21 and graduated from school
With like zero net worth and a network full
Of only good little Christians like I was too
So my solution was a clever combination of that
And another convenient factor that I'm clever at rap
If my ability could get me all the things that I lack
Then Christian music may have been the only means that I had
Wack

You, you've given me this platform that I've got
Envision me as somethin' that I'm not
You treat me like a messenger from God
Behind this mic, well who's to say I'm not
Can't you see I'm just as lost as you
I still dream of lookin' for the truth
Should I hide the doubts inside my soul
To fit into the mold

You will be safe
And that was it, I thought
Pandora's box was shut for good
I had stared too long into the abyss
Until finally it was staring right back at me
And that's when I met her

Written by:
Andrew McLeod, James Upshaw

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