FAKETRIX
MATRIX
You say "sorry" SNAKE
"GOD forgive me" FAKE
Waiting until Sunday to pray
Wasn't this the day of rest
"Not hearing you"
All we do is smear shit over the mess , call it life
Laying dormant wont even give TRY
Then you speak in a manner, recondite
As if a scholar why bother
Your words take up delicate AIR space
Just as those before you
Take, lie
Steal, connive
I fight the urge to put one between your eyes
facial expression went WHY
"Do I have to die, your not my GOD"
How they plead and cry
In the name of this lord I take no pride
The currency has more trust than you and I
Yet for the dough I'll make you die
And all your folks that follow in line
Are doomed to this Hell, Oh the number on our days.
Please sir rhyme a line and do a juke for the simple mind
I really do give shit about the walls you hit
You built them for me, Now I scale them freely
Wanted it no other way except to make it easy
Oba Richards
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