Karma

[Verse 1] And what philosophy has led me to believe is wrong That everybody in the world can see the strong Will inherit the earth first force-fed and led through Ahead of the worst ideas are usually the most diverse Don’t pretend all my views are skewed cause your intelligence And actions are seldom imbued and viewed offhand But understand they’re often abused I gotta pitch my ideas underhand, my news is common sensical That’s why it sounds like the blues It’s sensible essential but I’m hardly enthused And my potential ain’t a promise that my position improves Or even moves, man it simply alludes To the fact that fate will fall between the cracks And moves more like a snake in the grass First class, a faceless mask, don’t tell, don’t ask Is your call to fame, that’s how I ball the game Life is parallel to Hell but I must maintain I blame myself, I’m hypocritical but trustworthy Simple idea in theory, just wordy Self-admittedly I’m not worthy if you heard me early in my life You would swear I was like godly Not flesh and body, fucking everybody over in my life Right like it’s my hobby, yeah then I moved on and I’m confessing I’m probably worse off than those that I’m addressing And never sorry, so what’s the lesson? If you want me just know I’mma stay that way till karma lays it on me [Verse 2] I found my inner-spirit lost, religionless Some fictional test left to guess what decision is best I’m on some b-boy telepathy that sounds more like good discrepancy Prone to mistaking the latest known fad as if it ever would’ve had a grip on less of me I’m more concerned with poetics, the prophets, and Dianetics Hollywood Squares and aesthetics indebted to tabloids celebrity worship and anaesthetics Numb to the world for what it is Fans in my fam move on like blue dawn (Yeah you right) up through the perils of night Headstrong so you too fargone to understand rough seas all along while you suffer the storm And loyalties are like lines of credits, man hard to find and once blind even harder to bind So I don’t let it reach the point where it fuck with the grind I got a bitter and cold heart, consider the source I find that an honoured man par for course And you can lead a horse to water by force but he’ll never drink The ignorant to resource but he’ll never think I’m on the brink of a breakthrough then brace you with presence of mind like the penance you find In Jesus, through misuse you tend to be blind And use the line “I’m finding myself” as an excuse We a shallow and horrid race, anonymous the shadow of all mistakes synonymous with ominous states of false grace To honour the fates of all lies in our lives disguised but all face