Eyes Never Lie
Welcome to the American dream
Where we twiddle our thumbs as we hoping to be seen
On the scene, where we gleam, fake smiles never seen
But If you look behind the eyes, you see the story of a fiend
Of a poet, who don't know it, but he glowing in the dark
While the whole world sleeping, he up building Noah's ark
When the 2's turn to 4's, and the 4's multiply
With themselves, then you get 16 for your mind
But in time, 32's never do what you thought
So it's back to the drawing board, where every battles fought
To the end, where the pens, Excalibur it seems
Using every ounce of energy, to tell you what I mean
How I feel, can I help, we probably going through the same
Just a different wavelength, but it's all inside your brain
A mirage, that we built, fake prophecies it seems
Held back by some chains, but they really only strings
A ghetto love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why I'm always getting high
So roll up again
Blow the smoke, let the story begin
A ghetto love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why I'm always getting high
So roll up again
Blow the smoke, let the story begin
Now they pulling at your heart, slowly pushing you away
From the things in your life, that don't matter at the end of day
And at the end of the road, where boys turn to men
As the water runs dry, you on bended knee again
Only praying when you need, I don't think that's how it goes
But I'm not much into religion, so what fuck do I know
And what the fuck do i owe, anybody but my fam
Cause when the shit hits the fans, I know exactly where they stand
Right next to me, the recipe, should be built on necessity
Cause most of the things that we want, are all about possessory
Fake idols seem vital to the naked eye
But understand the treasure you searching for, is deep inside
Prioritize, then recognize, the lessons I've
Formulated, and fabricated into a battle cry
Young William Wallace, bring it regardless
Whether I'm 9-5 hustlin, I expect it to be flawless
A ghetto love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why I'm always getting high
So roll up again
Blow the smoke, let the story begin
A ghetto love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why I'm always getting high
So roll up again
Blow the smoke, let the story begin
Victories, while I combat to be immortal
In history, every verse taking me through another portal
Unsolved mysteries, explained by the paranormal
Speaking in the different tongues, anatomy of the oral
Nadie puede decir que tus suenos no son oro
Los mensajes que to doy, no necistan un coro
Como una pistola, balabras son un decoro
Y cuando mu muera, reso que entiendan este tesoro
Ay mama, ahora empezo con el espanol
Ay papa, viene el cubano bajo del sol
Hermanita, lo qu'es pa ti nadie te quita
Y mi Hermanito, seguro que vamos a ser rico
Pura vida, como si vivimos en la costa
Mi equipo? Más o menos la cosa nostra
Gambino, si lo quiero lo cojo
Y sin decir una cosa, el que habla son mis ojos
A ghetto love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why I'm always getting high
So roll up again
Blow the smoke, let the story begin
Where we twiddle our thumbs as we hoping to be seen
On the scene, where we gleam, fake smiles never seen
But If you look behind the eyes, you see the story of a fiend
Of a poet, who don't know it, but he glowing in the dark
While the whole world sleeping, he up building Noah's ark
When the 2's turn to 4's, and the 4's multiply
With themselves, then you get 16 for your mind
But in time, 32's never do what you thought
So it's back to the drawing board, where every battles fought
To the end, where the pens, Excalibur it seems
Using every ounce of energy, to tell you what I mean
How I feel, can I help, we probably going through the same
Just a different wavelength, but it's all inside your brain
A mirage, that we built, fake prophecies it seems
Held back by some chains, but they really only strings
A ghetto love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why I'm always getting high
So roll up again
Blow the smoke, let the story begin
A ghetto love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why I'm always getting high
So roll up again
Blow the smoke, let the story begin
Now they pulling at your heart, slowly pushing you away
From the things in your life, that don't matter at the end of day
And at the end of the road, where boys turn to men
As the water runs dry, you on bended knee again
Only praying when you need, I don't think that's how it goes
But I'm not much into religion, so what fuck do I know
And what the fuck do i owe, anybody but my fam
Cause when the shit hits the fans, I know exactly where they stand
Right next to me, the recipe, should be built on necessity
Cause most of the things that we want, are all about possessory
Fake idols seem vital to the naked eye
But understand the treasure you searching for, is deep inside
Prioritize, then recognize, the lessons I've
Formulated, and fabricated into a battle cry
Young William Wallace, bring it regardless
Whether I'm 9-5 hustlin, I expect it to be flawless
A ghetto love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why I'm always getting high
So roll up again
Blow the smoke, let the story begin
A ghetto love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why I'm always getting high
So roll up again
Blow the smoke, let the story begin
Victories, while I combat to be immortal
In history, every verse taking me through another portal
Unsolved mysteries, explained by the paranormal
Speaking in the different tongues, anatomy of the oral
Nadie puede decir que tus suenos no son oro
Los mensajes que to doy, no necistan un coro
Como una pistola, balabras son un decoro
Y cuando mu muera, reso que entiendan este tesoro
Ay mama, ahora empezo con el espanol
Ay papa, viene el cubano bajo del sol
Hermanita, lo qu'es pa ti nadie te quita
Y mi Hermanito, seguro que vamos a ser rico
Pura vida, como si vivimos en la costa
Mi equipo? Más o menos la cosa nostra
Gambino, si lo quiero lo cojo
Y sin decir una cosa, el que habla son mis ojos
A ghetto love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why I'm always getting high
So roll up again
Blow the smoke, let the story begin
Credits
Writer(s): Christian Martinez, Mario Alejandro Obregon
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