Mirage

First you see it, then you don't, (a mirage) Hoping, when I get up close, it's a colourful collage Far off it looks real, (a mirage) Candy to the eye disappears First you see it, then you don't, (a mirage) Hoping, when I get up close, it's a colourful collage Far off it looks real, (a mirage) Candy to the eye disappears Nah, girl, chill, it ain't even like that I know them other brothers front, and know they mode as a fact I used to be like that, a long time ago Sunday-school Mac pushing up on every sister Intact at the choir shows, dripping silk clothes like a pimp With gold chains dangling, Polo scents strangling A wolf in sheep's clothing, in the mould of crooked preachers Using pick up likes like, "Let me touch ya, and agree with ya" On subject matters in life you found to be your weaknesses In ignorance revealed, I used them as my strength On occasion, in my game, I speak the truth to get closer to you Abusing trust from desires of lust So watch your back sisters, don't be victims, falling like prey Caught in traps from Jack the Ripper, crosses boundaries you lay Is his display is not the essence, that of Christ in your sight, he may very well be seduction Your destruction in life First you see it, then you don't, (a mirage) Hoping, when I get up close, it's a colourful collage Far off it looks real, (a mirage) Candy to the eye disappears First you see it, then you don't, (a mirage) Hoping, when I get up close, it's a colourful collage Far off it looks real, (a mirage) Candy to the eye disappears Nothing's real anymore; what's everything fake for? It makes more doubt, engulf the stance we chose to take Sliding, slithering snakes raise the stakes, (mirage) Time for Grits to make the ground quake Falsehoods, deceptions, wool pulled over eyes Sunday morning - dazed and hypnotised by facades and lies Corruption breeding hounds of hell Bounds and spells, disastrous endings You wolf in sheep's pretending, offending I find your accolades to be gut-wrenching Ripping me inside, into the life-style tribe I'm hitting on the flimsy-handed, limp-wristed Complicating life from simplistic Not lashing out to be sadistic, but my bible totally contradicts your kind of sickness My Lord destroyed whole cities for your type of wickedness You people are getting me stressed with your best-dressed contest Sporting brooches, giving it up like robbed stage-coaches Gaining notoriety, Christian society not fly to me I know what's going on, opposite of what you try to be People are talking, and what you do reflects on all of us "A hypocritical citadel" is what they're calling all of us First you see it, then you don't, (a mirage) Hoping, when I get up close, it's a colourful collage Far off it looks real, (a mirage) Candy to the eye disappears First you see it, then you don't, (a mirage) Hoping, when I get up close, it's a colourful collage Far off it looks real, (a mirage) Candy to the eye disappears Nothing's real anymore; what's everything fake for? It makes more doubt, engulf the stance we chose to take Sliding, slithering snakes raise the stakes First you see it, then you don't, (a mirage) Hoping, when I get up close, it's a colourful collage Far off it looks real, (a mirage) Candy to the eye disappears First you see it, then you don't, (a mirage) Hoping, when I get up close, it's a colourful collage Far off it looks real, (a mirage) Candy to the eye disappears