veins. Within my aching heart you sem to ease the pain. And I see the damage you are doing, but I can't seem to escape this false reality! But I will
I won't desert you I am your friend This is forever There is no end Can you help me Please help me My heart is sacred My mind is true This time
Vertimas: Iš Hetheria Legionas. Neteisingų tikrovė.
what I feel in me? Makin moves y'all but it's still in me We all move in search of stability Sweet dreams, mama it's reality Times I stand out like a
Every morning just seems the same Deluted false and mundane Assuming this all might change Disppointed I feel so strained Three months of sleepless nights
grow louder and more dissonant We've been asked to pause for a reality check We've been warned against offering The people of this nation false hope
the Bible, blood libels and false idols Craziness inside me, afraid to peek through the bushes And see closed off, locked down Reality behind barbed
to grab it About man tryna buy ma publishing for only 80 grand I might look like a boy but I got a mind of a man, straight See the *** game gives you a false
Ha hahaha! ("Bring it back that old New York rap Bring it bring it back that old New York rap") repeats in background The only reality Is now...
happens so rapidly that we became numb, we embraced this insanity some wack job hauled off and smoke his whole family reality TV thats not based in reality
million down to the ground, feel them hits fall Ride with me I'll run your game into a brick wall, trick y'all is what this false literary do, then reality
you clap your thighs around my legs like a sandwich but I'm not famished your schemes & plots are outlandish tan is the color of my skin, but false is
Can you see your reflection False strength, hollow protection Run from pain and rejection The truth stabs again Till the skin is broken And the cut is
are. Not creating... manipulating, and leaving the scars. Robbing form the earth and stealing from the trees. Not out of need but greed and false
will any body care or just be there to pick up our shattered dreams Admiring you while you may be admiring me Photographs painting a false picutre of reality
