This song seemingly tackles the methods of deception those who manipulate others use to get victims to follow their demands, as well as diverting attention away from important issues. They'll also use it as a means to convince people to hate or kill others by pretending acts of terrorism were committed by the enemy when the acts themselves were done by the masters of control to promote discrimination and hate. It also reinforces the idea that these manipulative forces operate in various locations, infiltrating everyday life without detection, and propagate any and everywhere.
In general, it highlights the danger of hidden agendas, manipulation, and distraction, serving as a critique of those who exploit chaos and confusion to control and gain power, depicting a cautionary tale against falling into their traps. It encourages us to question the narratives presented to us and remain vigilant against manipulation in various parts of society.
Try to find a place in lines that I embrace
While I strive to find a balance between a time and space
In a microphone.. When Im soundin intense
I feel like 'Pac on his hospital bed, countin his breaths
And they still say, Ill never blow on the mic
Unless I spit a gimmick with some clever jokes cuz Im white
Im forced to listen to critics just chatter they teeth
With all their bullshit opinions like it matters to me
And my closest friends stumble as they mumble and doubt me
While I try to hold the world as it crumbles around me
Feel my lungs close, strain harder for breaths
As the broken dreams I have match the heart in my chest
And the pressure builds… But without a release
I know that ya hope floats, but its out of my reach
Im tired of the masks that we wear (if only)
You saw my true self youd be scared (to know me)
But now I finally see what I love is worthless
Beautys skin deep, but its just a surface
My shoulders are breaking and my focus is hazy
Plus my teeth are chipped from biting all the bullets that you gave me
In the form of lies, and I mistook it as honest
Took the good with the losses, til the good was just lost, its
Hard to hold the burdens until my shoulders bleed
I was forced to flee, until I learned to fly with broken wings
Across the visions of feelins and all this violent livin
Of a fucked up system insistin that I should try to fit in
But now I can see Im unrelated to you
Cuz I took off the mask that suffocated the truth
(If Life) could even worsen, (Then Id) release my burden
(And try) to be the person, (Who writes) and speaks in perfect
(Advice) for people hurtin, (Who cries) and fiends for nursing
(And time) would be asserted, (To find) a decent purpose
(But I) am weak and burdened, (I cry) and seek alertness
(In life) to be the person, (Whos lines) are seen as perfect
(I try) and seem so worthless, (That life) has demons lurkin
(That I) defeat the purpose, (And Life) is seen as worthless
Watch everyday just pass me by
Slowly corroding and acting fine
Suffocating on this mask of mine
Til I run out of breath and I cant survive
Repeat x2
Through my angel eyes I see the devil's truth
Through my angel eyes I see the devil's truth
Through my angel eyes I see the devil's truth
Through my angel eyes I see…
(Repeat x 4)
I need to get a piece of inhibition (First!)
And speak another piece of bitter vision (Words!)
And get a better syndicate of vindicated few
And I better never let another mitigate the truth
Cuz Im the better, never get a flow with flaw
Better with the letters, veteran know it all
Talk a lot in a song, better hold em off
I thought I was lost, never fold or fall
If I could ever get a minute trying to be
My life independent when Im dying in peace
I might get a sentiment I write to a beat
My mind of a veteran, trying to see
That lifes beautiful, suitable to let go
Of anything and Ill just survive through it all
Inner lines intertwined, my mind is livin life
Grippin mics, livin life in trife its live and die
While I strive to find a balance between a time and space
In a microphone.. When Im soundin intense
I feel like 'Pac on his hospital bed, countin his breaths
And they still say, Ill never blow on the mic
Unless I spit a gimmick with some clever jokes cuz Im white
Im forced to listen to critics just chatter they teeth
With all their bullshit opinions like it matters to me
And my closest friends stumble as they mumble and doubt me
While I try to hold the world as it crumbles around me
Feel my lungs close, strain harder for breaths
As the broken dreams I have match the heart in my chest
And the pressure builds… But without a release
I know that ya hope floats, but its out of my reach
Im tired of the masks that we wear (if only)
You saw my true self youd be scared (to know me)
But now I finally see what I love is worthless
Beautys skin deep, but its just a surface
My shoulders are breaking and my focus is hazy
Plus my teeth are chipped from biting all the bullets that you gave me
In the form of lies, and I mistook it as honest
Took the good with the losses, til the good was just lost, its
Hard to hold the burdens until my shoulders bleed
I was forced to flee, until I learned to fly with broken wings
Across the visions of feelins and all this violent livin
Of a fucked up system insistin that I should try to fit in
But now I can see Im unrelated to you
Cuz I took off the mask that suffocated the truth
(If Life) could even worsen, (Then Id) release my burden
(And try) to be the person, (Who writes) and speaks in perfect
(Advice) for people hurtin, (Who cries) and fiends for nursing
(And time) would be asserted, (To find) a decent purpose
(But I) am weak and burdened, (I cry) and seek alertness
(In life) to be the person, (Whos lines) are seen as perfect
(I try) and seem so worthless, (That life) has demons lurkin
(That I) defeat the purpose, (And Life) is seen as worthless
Watch everyday just pass me by
Slowly corroding and acting fine
Suffocating on this mask of mine
Til I run out of breath and I cant survive
Repeat x2
Through my angel eyes I see the devil's truth
Through my angel eyes I see the devil's truth
Through my angel eyes I see the devil's truth
Through my angel eyes I see…
(Repeat x 4)
I need to get a piece of inhibition (First!)
And speak another piece of bitter vision (Words!)
And get a better syndicate of vindicated few
And I better never let another mitigate the truth
Cuz Im the better, never get a flow with flaw
Better with the letters, veteran know it all
Talk a lot in a song, better hold em off
I thought I was lost, never fold or fall
If I could ever get a minute trying to be
My life independent when Im dying in peace
I might get a sentiment I write to a beat
My mind of a veteran, trying to see
That lifes beautiful, suitable to let go
Of anything and Ill just survive through it all
Inner lines intertwined, my mind is livin life
Grippin mics, livin life in trife its live and die
Lyrics submitted by EgoZero
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