dead to this world

Deadly like the electricity
Explicit lyricy
Poison-like music from the mind of an, so called, emcee
It’s all about creation and destroy, fuck the industry
If it was just about the money it wouldn’t even interest me
Seventeen years of misery, thinking about how all is changing
Nothing’s really changing still chained to my country’s economy
With war against the poor still waging
In its pretty “war on terrorism” framings
Powered by the United States
Still living in this city filled up with manipulated people
With manipulated fates, manipulated by their pain
Cold as ice hearted lovers, afraid of summer rain
When I was little they used to say to me to come and play
Don’t be afraid, there is fame if you play the game
Sure, but it ain’t no game you motherfuckers
If you really have something to say
It all looks so hopeless, all looks just so plain
My plane was going nowhere so I decided to drop myself
Somewhere around here
So, again, down to earth
Still the same name, my house still the same cage
Still bound to this place, still take nothing as granted
Scribble my own fate on my own face
Sorry not a Christian, don’t have no book with happiness enchanted
Have scars that still hurts and my ideas are still being hunted
But being alone is nothing man,
It’s way worse to be named a sheep than being unwanted.