Cute, Funny N' Nice

And they talk it's true
All the words do move
With no trace of truth
Fake ol' smiles to boot
Consistently polite
Cute, funny and nice
Vibrant and alive
Finally a chance to rise
And they talk it's true
All the words do move
With no trace of truth
Fake ol' smiles to boot
Consistently polite
Cute, funny and nice
Vibrant and alive
Rotting inside wishing they would die

But you know I fake it, fucking haters animated
Heated debate is witch hunt to relate
And fuck I gotta do it baby
You know I gotta get paid
Gotta compete with an inflation rate
I hate that I complain
But I have genuine concerns over how to healthily maintain
When the stress mounts daily
And the people in my world have their own shit to parade
I ain't no killer, but the insanity inside of me, makes it
That I can't cry to my mother, use these rhymes as my diary
Still this hatred, fires up, inspires me
Fucking hypocrites, I see your inconsistences
Photograph that evidence, let em all bleed, and it's
Me, right front and center, damn, deny or believe
I control my destiny
But I surely wasn't alone in that telling scene

And they talk it's true
All the words do move
With no trace of truth
Fake ol' smiles to boot
Consistently polite
Cute, funny and nice
Vibrant and alive
Finally a chance to rise
And they talk it's true
All the words do move
With no trace of truth
Fake ol' smiles to boot
Consistently polite
Cute, funny and nice
Vibrant and alive
Rotting inside wishing they'd die

Well, what did you expect
You aren't special, you can't just do that
Saying it like this may lead to negative impact
I've never had freedom of speech, that's just fact
Religious dad, into some antiquated fads
Censored my existence until I had my diploma in hand
17 years old, no idea what it means to be a man
All of a sudden my reality disbanded
I started meeting people outside school and family
Realized the distance and the gap
Normal may not exist, but normalcy founds all tact
If you don't behave like this
Social invitations are retracted
And it shifts depending on circumstance
I've always struggled with balance in this dance
Took many a tumble, fumbling many chances
By the grace of God, granted many allowances
My asset's this intelligence
Maybe my past will inevitably clip
This existence, so redemption's the main mission
Restore my karmic balance
Do something proper with these gifts
All I can be is something better than I was
With a relative perspective you can make sense of a cause
So I sit and I listen as I hear them vent, all the talk
I'm fucking clumsy as I limp, at least I aim to walk

And they talk it's true
All the words do move
With no trace of truth
Fake ol' smiles to boot
Consistently polite
Cute, funny and nice
Vibrant and alive
These motherfuckers wish they'd die