Political Bullshit

The world hates honesty, so white lies became the reality
Like folk tales, different versions of the same story
We getting lazy, we don’t ask questions no more
When what you believe in is based from who you believe in
Conservative or liberal, red or blue, which one are you?
You can only be one, choose sides and stick with it
Makes me sick when I think of it, defections are blasphemous
Smear campaigns are vicious and anonymous
That’s why I don’t fuck with politics, only policies
Never make my mind up without knowing what it’s about
So the next time I’ve to choose side, I’ll choose wisely
But if it’s for a loved one, it’s a whole different story

Politics and Life politics

I wished I was a flower (Part 1)

I wished I was a flower, sprout in the ghetto

Not from fresh meadows where life’s a rainbow

Towering, taunting me with 7 heavenly colours

One for each sin, illusions of a beautiful world

Never satisfied with real life, I invest in reel life

My mind itching for travels to experience man’s trife

I’m a gangster, drug dealer, undercover, cop killer

I live through the eyes of actors, writers and directors

I put on many faces, rap stories are synonymous

Mafioso mentality, you can see it in my genes/jeans

9 Millie on my waist as I sit back with my Buddha sack

Puff away my smoke dreams, it was never meant to be

trife - hustle, living in harsh conditions

9 millie - 9 millimeter gun

Buddha sack - A bag of Marijuana

She left me for Milan for a blind man

My goodbyes, she went away a weekend ago
A mute, she left without saying a word
She said I never listened and I never cared
She said I never took time to ask her how she felt

How do I listen when there is no conversation?
All she wanted to talk about was the way she looks
She never happy, bulimic for praises when I give her
Wants me to take her out for dinner but never eats

Met a fresh graduate at the bar a few days ago
Had designs on her, promises designer clothes for her
Told her that’s not what she wants, she wouldn’t listen
She said I never know what she wants, never understood her

So she packed her bags, stormed out the apartment
Took her friend Elle’s advices, always think for her
Leave me for Milan if she knows what’s best for her
She wants Coaches for her bags and I’m never giving her

So off she goes to Milan chasing her dreams
She was told she was a star, wants her on the screen
A star for home movies, she’s now on computer screens
She finally gets her dreams of being seen, but she wears nothing

She left me for Milan with a blind man
She left me for Milan for a blind man
She left me for a man who didn’t see her they way I do
She left me for Milan for a blind man