Outcasts

Uh, I peak my head inside the rap game
Wack chains, hang down dangling back pain
Tryina carry the weight on my shoulders tight for mass fame
But the game got me stuck deadlocked in a stalemate

Hells gate is keeping demons as fail safes
To release to the whole earth viscously as bails paid
The success rate is obvious, rhyme schemes is flawless
Tryina carry the audience through tracks like railways

As my story goes on all the scales weigh wrong
Pale face on a bong while fenes is playing my songs
They stay enlightened like pawns
For the shit that they want
Golden tongue as they hitting a blunt, too obvious

God sculpted me this life living next to the kings
But I'm stuck with fenes who distopeize my dreams
But I gotta grow wings get up and fly to extremes
To see the things that could be building up my regime

Ayo douchebag you been living in sin
You been plotting to win but you still hanging with them
I should drag your face across the pavement
Mess your make up make you wake up existing in a
Made up habitat in a schema
They been getting my music twisted better loop back
Like your Marty mcfly 2020 wearing new glasses
Got a new cap ready to take off on politicians
The judicial system, citizens and then religion
Just wanna take my position and build up planetariums
And help out all the kids with minimum vegetation
Inside unjust systems assisting em like assistants
Cuz that's what its like living my life as a Christian
But it got me thinking about the space time continuum
And how I could change the earth one day at a time for all of them
Offer them better ways to live rather than living better
So that we spread it evenly make it a global endeavor

We could speak it into existence like a twitter riot
Wishing better climate to those wit bitter bias
Clip your eyelids shut it's stuck like a zipper
But Might as well be stuck in a rut like dinner silence
Look how clever his mind is crime is like his diet
Eat it like his mammas rice and beans on the side with
Sinners guidance mixed up with a hitler crises
That's how fucked his life is but how could he hurt by it
This rhyme shit something like having a liver virus
Look at the liquor prices I still wonder why I'm buying it
It's killing me privately and that's how bitter life is
I'm trying to build a dynasty where I keep my private eye lids
Third eye shit burds eye view above the skylines
Guidelines that keep my music feeling like a twilight
Bye-Bye to all my homies acting like the highlight
But when the revolution start they lose what's in hindsight

This the typa music you listen to late night
By the river with your friends till it's hitting daylight
But got nothing in your savings living the same life
For mad years never changing your state of mind cuz of fear

But I'm here to tell you please don't ever disappear
Nobody inferior to Nobody can we all get that clear
I'm here to make a change I'm not doing the same things
So take my hand ride wit me let's hurry and save things