Ab-Liva - Smoke And Mirrors lyrics

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feat. No Malice

When I was a child

I thought as a child

I talked like a child

I even reasoned like a child

But when I became a man

I put away childish things

[Ab-Liva:]

It's like the blind leading the blind

They caught up in the shine

The tokens of success is not clearly defined

The watermelons gone and all that's left is rind

And yet you keep beating, beating

But in the back of your mind if somewhat you rewind

Ever wonder why they continue to let you die

Place a glass ceiling, continue to let you climb

Place drugs in the hood and pretending to let you grind

That little job they pretending to let you find

Boxed in it and they continue to let you mime

Hello deal they continue to let you sign

It spent more on spilled wine, I gotta speak to my kind

Call me 8:45 cause both hands on the 9

It's from the heart and it's so sincere in every rhyme

If I could let the wheel go, the Lord steers every time

Shit, if no child left behind, black faces on the first 48 look like mine

Yeah, 'cause when that nigga in a bind

The ones in position from my view look like Shyne

Damn, and we the culprit in the crimes

In the pulpit, niggas lying, niggas just pokin' at the lion

'Til my soul start flying or frying, I'ma be defiant

It's written on the wall like a Mayan.

Hook:

You know, the truth is a funny thing

I mean, it's a double-edged sword

It separate bone from the marrow

Spirit from the flesh

And if it's a lie, then say it's a lie

But if it's the truth

And that saw hits you

All you better do is say ouch

[No Malice:]

It's of a biblical proportion, what you are witnessing?

Spiritual abortion, slaughter of innocents

Guilty as charged, destruction of a lineage

Now pray father God, you allow me to repent of it

And any crime scene that bear Malice's fingerprint

I pitched those keys like a tent, without thinkin'

Even served our own mommas, without blinkin'

Walking dead, clueless, no inkling

Within a twinkling, seeing what I was made of

While y'all speculate Clipse break up

Well think it not strange if I'm Abel to his Cain

Hell, even Esau had a Jacob, I ain't trippin'

And what's with all this swag, I ain't feelin'

Gotta get that money, huh, nah, I'm chillin'

And I ain't sellin' my soul for no million

'Cause that dead-end rap can't even crack its glass ceiling

Why such blasphemy

And anger toward a God which none hath seen

Hmm, leads me to believe

That there's a wee bit more to this Jesus thing

And they use his name to sell them pies

'Cause it take a lot of truth just to sell that lie

Yes, even now I repent

Of the circus acts, same clowns, different tent.

I mean, if we gonna kill the King

Then let's kill the King

Pop that Marley, right?

I mean, load them choppers, right?

Homeboy, the line's been drawn

And if you find it evil to serve the Lord

Then choose this day

Whom you will serve

Thanks to EternaBoi for correcting these lyrics