Real Eyes Realize Real Lies

(Da Grym Reefer) Verse 1 From the depths of hell From the cradle to the grave On this planet-tation planet Everybody born a slave From day one had to struggle Until you learned to hustle Then you learned it wasn't Who you are, but what you have That made them love you (And why?) Cause you can't take it with you When you die So if you make your ends by any means They say you fry So why should I try to live like I'm the perfect guy When even the preacher living like religion is a lie What's the connection 'tween this life and the next life? Most life is spent worrying about post life Host life eternally wishes that is was most life And I'm so like: "What the hell you doing with your life?" Worrying about each other like we have no life Ignoring the ones who really Try to grow life You think you're 'Big Pimpin' living the "ho's life" We're all living but nobody really knows life (Miss Joyce) Chorus The world in which we live Can be so cold Learn to survive this life With a heart of stone Real Eyes realize real lies You must hold your own We walk in the valley So the path is long And they wonder why we act this way My reply is just to live to see another day They ask why we choose to roam alone Because we chose to go The less traveled road (Tension Relief) Verse 2 Head across the River Styx to get back home Feels like I'm lost in the realm where the blacks roam They say that white's right and black's wrong That's why a fitted crown of thorns adorned the king's black dome How come the truth you tell ain't what you say it is? If you just solely after riches, yous a Paganist Show me a republican and I'll show you a Satanist Only kids play games and I ain't trying to babysit What you after, the riches? The gold? I'm trying to talk God into saving your soul Peter, don't close the pearly doors I hope to get in before this Earth implodes How could I possibly forget? The fire drew me out Strung from a dogwood in the dirty south When i die, just put a quarter in my mouth Weeping willow sag extra low in front of the house (Miss Joyce) Chorus