Hook:
Don't tell me no lies, i don't wanna hear that.
I wont tell you no lies, you don't wanna hear that.
Don't tell me no lies, i don't wanna hear that.
I wont tell you no lies, you don't wanna hear that.

I'd be lying if i said i never look to the sky
or that leaving rap behind had never once crossed my mind.
I'd be lying if i said i think the sun always shines
on the rhymes spilling out of the shadows in my mind.
I get too little fun out of writing out of life.
I take this shit too seriously, a surgeons first slice,
writing away my life through the night to first light
in the quiet desperation trying to find out why i write.
I'm addicted to hip hop. Clucking for the rocks.
Now feeling trapped like my soul just got lost
in the deserts of iraq with the bombs that i dropped,
that fell and hit the sand but just didn't go off.
I'm too sick now to relax too hyped now to stop.
If you're sick like swine flu then i'm a dose of small pox
fuck it i'm the plague i'm ready to kill you off
fuck it i'm leprosy making MC's fall off!

HOOK x2

I fire bars all sporadic spit almost automatic,
chew beats like coca leaves and blast off on some mad shit.
Come back with the hat trick with the habit of an addict
fiending trying to kick it screaming "FUCK IT I'VE HAD IT".
The ravenous need for me to go reap damage
crushed my mind and my sanity like it got hit with hammers
but give me an option to choose greed or choose manners
even though it doesn't matter now my heart's left in tatters.
It's like my past took shape to wedge open the door
til the days grow shorter than the straws that i draw
til i've wiped down my thoughts - an ill attempt to make pure
as i'm taking backward steps walking back from the cure.
My mind, yeah it's breaking just as sure as the dawn
til soon there's nothing left. Fuck all to restore,
just a bunch of cracked fragments laying scattered on the floor
disappearing in dust until eventually ignored!

HOOK x2

I dont rap for the cash or respect like the rest
i'm trying to stay alive. Steer clear of my death.
Now there's strangers wanting to link up, come together on tracks
even though we're not the same. Not alike enough for that.
I'm just in love with music but stand a non believer.
What happened to the message? Now designed to deceive you
using puppets like Gaga and even Justin Bieber
who sold their own soul so you worship their leader.
Sometimes in my dome, i feel i'm not alone
as if the voices in my head fight to reach me on the phone.
Jamming up the lines. They wont leave me alone
and the greed of the medium's the only thing that's shown.
I can't bow out with grace now i'm finally gaining pace
over taking fakes like i wanna win this race.
I'm growing more hungry for the future i face
hoping i wont trip fall flat on my face.

HOOK x2