blues 4 tha masses

<sub>blues 4 tha masses
snooping backwards through those rose tinted glasses
on the road not looking back through that rear view mirror
closer than appears to transcendental objects

i lost respect for empty promises
only one responded when they said all hands on deck
im a man of God yes
still i spent more than a minute with my hands on my neck

i said they cant grok this
too many onion layers to his persona like Shrek
every one they peeled off was dejected
too many series like Star Trek

just stick with the best ones
devil you know is still better than the next one
leveled up so much he had to test himself when there was no one else left

people need teaching
sheeple seek leaders when evil breeds nearer
seen as another opportunity to reap em
each revolution the groove digs deeper

like a vinyl record, id correct it
if i could get it fixed turn it back to a mint pressing
script says this worlds depressing
guess its depending whos directing

camera crews never ending like the Truman Show
no rest from reality shes a stupid hoe
screw what you used to know
were on that new new now were grown

out with the old
gonna lay back watch the plot unfolding
barely even needing my help
shit almost writes itself</sub>