I'm surrounded by false profits,
throw change like they throw lies.
can't make a real profit
so the truth is drowned by soliciting.
The money in your mouth don't fit.
Spreading toxic words like poison,
lines lined up, laced with venom.
Rhyme is a rap, but rapped up
in it's own landfill.
A dirty waste.
Wasted talent wasting away from
the blind fury of the unclean.
Temptation was to good so evil
took over your good ways.
Turning evil every way;
right way went left, no way
went somewhere and at the end of the rope...
You still lost your way.
To find again you must begin again,
start from what started and do away
with the evil within.
Anybody can speak, and draw in a crowd,
but to inspire the crowd you draw in
is where the real blessing lies..
That true blessing that flows from within.
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