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The End of Days R Upon Us Minimum Wages and Conflict The End of Days R Upon Us Minimum Wages and Conflict The End of Days R Upon Us (The End of Days R Upon Us) Minimum Wages and Conflicts Devils Staging the Phases of Race War Regardless Beyond the Lie We Ain't Waiting to Die We Ready to Fight Hands Up, Fists Up, Pen and A Mic Preconceived by the notion, fuck your bullshit, fuck your drama Vines of vibes thorns on all sides and poking Ima focus, getting conscious Theory, staying light - weight carry Bright, the visions will vary I'm weary of friends Worrying about them not, the one to my left or right Taught wrong in school all along we fight I want to succeed past the breed stuck on luxury Routine ways of living I'm missing with standard shifting I'm stuck in the middle Fuck the little I know Striving above in the city I love battling blockades ways to unfold the fold Fuck the maze I woke from a hoax tired made it through rain setting flame inside desire Burning higher than Afghanistan take a stand or gander as we command humanity Making the money spending the world in our sequel Jawbreaker, there's more we're eating believing we breaching the core But never cracking the shell Sweeten it all while we suffer the spell Naturally-grained, man-made, to the penny-weighed Aid and the trade paying ways about your day We're all slaves in this time In persistence of the sign know in time with wisdom Intimate design flows inside This world, this life, this death Everybody's departing But not from the same depth What are you doing? Now how do you feel? Tell me it's real Contemplating communication the ways of action ain't right I'm fighting for the right to say today Might lose the right tonight, ain't isn't a word this shit feels right to say I blind myself to the road Survival is an Obstacle Right can be wrong all along if the optical is sliced strong Story-teller fella misleading faction afterthought Too many plots on the tell-lie-vision, slim facts thick fiction Life to me, being victim of a dream, that feels real Until I wake and see only me Billions looking at the same scheme Everyone needs but only few are willing You oughta be filling pockets with seed, rather than Shilling Feeding your children instead of greed leading to killing Too bad it's easier proposed than it's dealt with Maybe we'll find a better pot to melt with Until then I'm selfless What are you doing? Now how do you feel? Tell me it's real
Writer(s): Ryan Joseph Willette Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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