Cynikaliosis

Might be a little cynical at times, But I feel I earned that right throughout the years, you know Now It might sound a little bit bleak When I speak on the Mic Like I'm in the shadow creeping like a thief in the night But the thought pops up that it all comes down to Who got muscle, who got hustle when it all comes round Cause the bigger the gun seems, the bigger the payoff And every player out there's, quitting his day job To get a piece of pie, a spoon full of gravy Cruise a Mercedes, home to a room full of Ladies Understand, it has a rubber band-effect And it's coming back to get all the money you collected And when it does, man, it's stings on the rewind Can't cut corners, no such thing as a free ride Caught you a break, so you thought it was safe But all the mistakes you made got you lost in the race, man I used to doubt it, now I'm all about it Show your peace-signs, turn it up a little louder, like Doctor, give me my prognosis Cyni-Cyni-Cyni-Cynikaliosis I was feeling fine till yesterday Maybe you and I should focus Cynikaliosis Feeding us the lie, we never wait Now people don't react, we just sleep on the fact That the blood is in the street, knee-deep in Iraq Our politicians up and told us – step aside cause it's fight night Media they kept us mesmerized by the bright lights Government – headed up by borderline psycho (wow) What good is freedom if it's only for white folks (damn) This ain't no wrestle mania, man Unless your residence is on Pennsylvania Ave It's like the wild, wild west Where the marshal is the outlaw Ducked when he swung, but he caught you with his south paw The shit is giving me a ulcerdoe All these free-masons mixed up with skulls and bones All these white-collar crooks get their business poppin And all you do is think about your Christmas shopping Well, grab what you can, but don't let it fool you See the mans got a plan, and it doesn't include you, like Doctor, give me my prognosis Cyni-Cyni-Cyni-Cynikaliosis I was feeling fine till yesterday Maybe you and I should focus Cynikaliosis Feeding us the lie, we never wait You can take the shoes of my feet and move it along I won't loose any sleep over nothing that small But don't take my mind of what's right and what's wrong See, we need our vision to see where we going And I know, and I know it's about time and the money and the money and time Working man at his house saying: honey I'm trying To get you everything you want, outrunning the line Nine-to-five, night shifts, till one of us dies So you can look like Kate Blanchet or Scarlett Johansen Parade around the block in the hottest new fashion Million-dollar smile while you shop at the mall While I wait around the house for the doctor to call, And say: -Hello? -Mister Reisch. I'm afraid a have some bad news for you. -Ugh, ok. -Well, the test results are back and quite frankly, it ain't looking to good -Wait, whats wrong? -It's a dismount prognosis for you. -Ok. -Yeah, very bad to say the least. Doctor, give me my prognosis Cyni-Cyni-Cyni-Cynikaliosis I was feeling fine till yesterday Maybe you and I should focus Feeding us the lie, we never wait