third verse missed Street this, thug that ? rhymin my life in first-person You could never rise, no matter how high it seems I'm the man with a eye, in the land of the blind
again like cocks, a ressurection at box Religious, intervenous, take my name in vain Clinically insane, hold secrets Mentally slain for their repentance by the government Hold the third
, deceitful disguises. What did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? Turning a blind eye to the lies just to keep it all
compromises, Brave fronts, deceitful disguises. What did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? Turning a blind eye to the
the compromises, Brave fronts, deceitful disguises. What did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? Turning a blind eye to
a ressurection at box Religious, intervenous, take my name in vain Clinically insane, hold secrets Mentally slain for their repentance by the government Hold the third