I saw the Sun cry and bleed,
world is getting nervous.
I saw my best friend become my enemy.
Everything ain't what It's supposed to be,
These are years in my face,
that came with education.
The last of the thinkers,
Or else studied the beast,
from close, from inside out.
From the streets we came, confused,
students without a teacher.
Alludes to how we free the,
mind without the body should
Just kills me how the game
Yes I'm guilty for still looking
I even smiled in my mugshot, to
How much confusion has the press
corpse produced this year?
The blinde Know not the difference
But not before I tell the world,
I saw the sky part like the red sea. The world
I saw the Sun cry and bleed,
world is getting nervous.
I saw my best friend become
Everything ain't what It's supposed to be,
for the link between my actions and the way one thinks.
of essence of a connection,
the rhetoric federal propaganda that send babies to war.
They keep insulting my intelligence,
like everyone out of politics,
We'll clash as long as fazes of
I've seen you entertain your hedonism
You told me what i needed on
a long list with freedom miss
We'll clash as long as fazes of the moon
You told me what I needed
On a short list with freedom missing
I've been advised to play by the rules
thats if i ever want to see the light of day in
They'd rather see my soft
shoe shuffling and preforming
You tell my brother I love him I'll be
You tell my mothers I'm fine and
I'm stronger more determined
and I've never thought clearer
Lock my body, can't trap my mind
Easily explains how i surpassed
How much con fusion have the press
corps. Produced this year
The blind know not the difference
one day I'll by gone from here
but not be for a tell the world
not before I tell the world
not before I tell the world
I saw the Sun cry and bleed,
world is getting nervous.
I saw my best friend become my enemy.
Everything ain't what It's supposed to be,
and had to learn to come in
despite these dude intents
I can't forget the fact the devils
But rather unlikely to the psych
the worst devil is the one
How much con fusion has the press
corps. produced this year
The blind know not the difference
As with all things one day
But not before I tell the world
not before i tell the world that john was here
I saw the sky part like the red sea.
I saw the Sun cry and bleed,
world is getting nervous.
I saw my best friend become
Everything ain't what It's supposed to be,