The Cynical
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The Cynical
I got a pitch black soul
And I'll never really know when I'm gonna lose my grip
Lose my control
I never thought I'd see the day when a majority of the people I know succumb to government mind control
You believe what you read
I believe what I see
And you wonder why I don't got no faith up in me
I don't look to the sky
Day and the night
For answers on why people suffer in life
That's just how that shit go
Slow but don't choke
On the fingers attached to the hands of the folk
That was feeding you when you was going for broke
Pray to your God
But don't live what you spoke
And don't nobody really wanna fess up
When they mess up
Everybody wanna go and confess, oh
As if one hundred Hail Mary's deserving of a bless
Oh please
Go ahead and turn over a new leaf
This is the mind of the desperate and hateful
Bigoted folk of the fallen machine
Make them all think that you're leading them one by one
Into a really nice dream
Reality hits when you sit on your throne
The people got no one to fend for their own
They realize, anti-Christ
Run or you'll be truly deceived by the powers that be
I smoke away all of my problems
That's the way I go
Reminisce of a different time
I know It's bad, I know
I try to keep this hate locked up until I can't no more
Feeling a cynical make his way into my inner soul (K-R-double E-P)
I smoke away all of my problems
That's the way I go
Reminisce of a different time
I know It's bad, I know
I try to keep this hate locked up until I can't no more
Feeling a cynical make his way into my inner soul
Smoke a blunt, take a hit
Feel the cynical in me as I try to forget
I reminisce of hard times and all the fuc*** up shit
Turning me into a cold hearted son of a bitch
I cage it in, heart full of rage again
Afraid again, that's a rude awakening
It's safe again
To say that I'll never pray again
Continue to sin
I can't say you're winning again
Light up the dungeon and stair in the mirror
To look at myself and reflect on my life
No love in me, that's a first
You play with my once
You won't play with me twice
Life is a gamble
I'm loading the dice
Winning so shout out, beholding the dice
I always wondered who controlling the dice
Threw away with your life
Like I'm throwing the dice
I just breathe
Stomach housing the trees
Torture my lungs till my pain is relieved
All this corruption I cannot believe
My soul has been lost and my heart on my sleeve
Communication with Bambino dead
I cannot show love because my heart is detached
Evil then enters, my hear is attacked
I talked to your God and he did not react
I smoke away all of my problems
That's the way I go
Reminisce of a different time
I know It's bad, I know
I try to keep this hate locked up until I can't no more
Feeling a cynical make his way into my inner soul
I smoke away all of my problems
That's the way I go
Reminisce of a different time
I know It's bad, I know
I try to keep this hate locked up until I can't no more
Feeling a cynical make his way into my inner soul
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