Am I lost / walking a tightrope at a high cost / sinning left and right, better bite my left and right arms right off / and get up off this high horse / but no, I’d rather die cross / then walk a straight and narrow road in which I feel that I’m forced / but I’m sauced half the time / kneeling before a ceramic shrine / and praying for more than the average dime I only seem to see / and what’s real to me is what the system calls indecency / so I try to fuck the system, ‘cause the system sure likes reaming me / and secretly, I guess that I kind of like it a little bit / finding my pleasure in all them blurry tears that keep me illiterate / it’s still a trip to watch my scattered shadow as it convulses / numb from laughing pains while fighting repulsive natural impulses / most of all I taste the tainted breath I breathe, it burns below / but I like this virus ‘cause it’s me and my disease is terminal / I call it normal while most seem to think that it’s slightly insane / but you can call my concrete bluff ‘cause I’m not losing in your games / in your games /

I guess that this the secret of the invisible man / living life within his shadow, hiding anyway he can / and since I do give a good goddamn of my purpose and plan / your mission is to find out who I am / you’ll never know / that this has been the secret of the invisible man / living in a dream, screaming in silence to understand / can’t he ever stop to examine reasons he’s damned / and find his eyes are not as quick as his hands / he’ll never know /

This music embodies all of me / and I can’t reflect on the gist of any biblical prophecy / ‘cause I’m probably doomed to be wandering an astral plane in Purgatory to put the pieces in harmony / but back on earth, the rules are like Monopoly and I watch my property / but, what’s mine? / I’m fighting to find a sort of balance, but my kindness is seen as weakness, thus I’ve been taken advantage of / and I can’t erupt, because it’s something that my nature’d choose to miss / grin and bare it / ignorance ain’t bliss when playing oblivious / but then, I see everything that happens in my presence / I remember every word in every line in every sentence / open up your eyes / you wanna kick it, don’t lie / ‘cause as a result, you’d be baring the burden of wasting both our precious time / bless this wine, Lord and may it nourish my body / and I pray that half of these MCs don’t try to flourish by copying /everything I set out to succeed by reaching humanity / though, I walk around with a front of misunderstood misanthropy, it’s /

Now, what you’re seeing in me is what you’re gonna wanna see in me / and what I’m dreaming of you gets me through all the impossibilities / this ain’t a taunt since it’s probably what we both want / and everything we both know of each other since we both front / because you’ve seen it all and all I’ve seen of you is minuscule / and I start to wonder why my claim to fame’s to stay invisible / but is this ever inevitable when one makes plans against his lifespan / and all the while I overlook all the hundreds of miles that I’ve ran in place / just to make sure that my laps can be retraced back / in this rat’s race track disgraced / I never spoke my mind and now I’m dying for it / grabbing a pen and a pad to unleash all the demons crying for it / and recording if I’m ignored / in situations face to face / so over a beat I plead my case / now, inhale my life and tell me how it tastes / bitter maybe / sour or sweet / either way it’s probably rotten / just to leave an essence that won’t be forgotten / I swear to God /