21 Grams

[Intro] Born in lust, turned to dust. Born in sin, come on in [Verse 1] Beneath it all we fall past ridiculous with inconspicuous projects And barely audible progress with concepts probable complex Soluble process at the onset it’s possible to want less Fuck it regardless laudable poetical, ain’t shit sweet when I speak It’s diabetical, decibel move right, decimal soothe like it’s medical Y’all susceptible to my flow Glow and burn slow, beacon to most, discreet when I coast through Vocabulary engrossed you, I’m hopeful but realistic So I know you missed it, most do Distort the bad news, the avenues to rearrange your values To honor your life, that’s fatal advice to pass you In this matter of man and you’re palpable behind the camera Satellites to scatter my ground crews of acolytes to glide through To pass em by the black of night to find you you blind fool Forever darkened endeavors, sever the letters behind the fictional headers Of newsflash photography, gas cards mockery The mimicry, debauchery, your best moves maneuver out the lottery Little man, I found the symmetry of simple-minded infancy Within this industry of bigotry 21 grams less, you just left the shell of a man And if my sentiment’s bland it’s either lost love or love lost, dawg you never were fam [Verse 2] In between life’s literal contrast and miserable flawed cast We fall past wisdom in the sect with the laws passed We all clash with them in the system where God’s wrath Is laughable, malleable hoax, the joke’s parable Is that the story’s still passable it’s incidental And I believe it’s detrimental if you sentimental Or compatible, man ? vast and catatonic It’s ironic, we taught to ask if the logic is lost on raps not iconic And our conception of life is a digression where misnomers suffice A syndicate life, secretive like weapon device Where schematic characters carved in walls with a savage’s knife is worthwhile When we hit that turnstile, the earth smile once we in that six foot dirt pile I don’t know where to begin and I’ve been sinning A fitting end to my falling, you could call it the devil’s bidding How I’ve been living this ? revolver could bring an end And if I could find my religion supportive of my decision This could all be resolved, we appalled by the gall of my vision And in addition by admission I think it’s stupid to call me forgiven Because I’m willing to fill in for the position of villain in your cubical stall Are you amused? I’ve been battered and bruised, even abused My ego even believed in y’all views as I pursue to be receiving y’all news As I perused, eyes glued to the Good Book, facts are skewed Elements and those developments are misconstrued with no evidence Or relevance to fuel the feud between the educated few and those easily fooled And since I’m easily amused by you I’ll never be moved