The Lies They Tell

this monster's cynical, a sitting duck, the economics critical
giving us a stimulus, and try to fix it up, all too quick enough
they're living large, but what for? is this sudden improvement
if you love what you doing.. im always getting sucked into music
blessing the mic, done as a druid would've, naturally satisfactory
I'm gradually blasting beams that harass emcees with veracity
attacking speech.. but they're convincing me what it isn't,
then when we fucking listen, your life didn't seem much like living
muscles tensing, looking on Broadway where stores is faded out
boarded places, foreigns hating in front of my sovereign bank account
but they stay, no doubt.. more money to be made for power and hate
they should cower in shame, the same establishments that tower today
but fall on their face, looking for help, less than it's all to reclaim
it's costing your grave, bringing mortgages back to conquering plains
chopping this change, expect this where alcoholics and bomb grow,
where these projects in potholes become expensive and ominous condos
it's set in your hearts stone, politricks think I haven't followed this
common quest, how much money and accomplishments you can pocket quick
practically an astrologist, so good at connecting the dots and shit
a new idea, they brought it in, behind the sharpest pens of confidence
incompetence.. only knowing the truth, thoughts can start to bend
and wont be flawed if they flop, like when raises drop a small percent..
they're thinking on the edge, so they stretch the truth to compensate
for the immeasurable lies they're sticking to, that are going blank
taking over what your meant to stop and say, ending in a quiet quell
wisps in the nighttime that fell, in the daylight that's shining spills on
the lies they tell...