Who Am I

Who am I to be me when everybody else is fakin?
They got the game on lock and they haven't even chained it
Its smoke and mirrors but my soul and spirit
Says im chosen, my reflection I kno is the clearest
Who am I to be me when everybody else is fakin?
They got the game on lock and they haven’t even chained it
Its smoke and mirrors but my soul and spirit
Says im chosen...

They live there chosen heavon while im smoking resin
Im just too hot they sent me to the smokin section
These trend share holders think they make what's mad cool
By mass assimilation like "you should do that too"
But I define cool as overcoming the path fools
Normally tread to get ahead in mass pools
Im reppin for the kids who got bullied in bad schools
Cuz they weren't afraid to rock pokemon tattoos

We all wanna show we’re a different fit
But pick at eachothers differences
Secret uncivilness within milatant hypocrites
There's a reason the legions of demons won and will win again
Its not cause were choosing wrong
Its cause we choose at all in this systemless
Illusion of progress, were pursuing the loch ness
There what's "cool" in the projects
There a pool in hells hot deck
Im the 53rd card in a jokerless card deck
Im the brightest ball of matter from an uncharted star set

Who am I to be me when everybody else is fakin?
They got the game on lock and they haven't even chained it
Its smoke and mirrors but my soul and spirit
Says im chosen, my reflection I kno is the clearest
Who am I to be me when everybody else is fakin?
They got the game on lock and they haven't even chained it
Its smoke and mirrors but my soul and spirit
Says im chosen...

Gotta dress and act the part
Give it ur all means half your heart must stay blinded
While illustrating this fractured art
The penless mens penmanship always made more sense to slick
Cuz atleast within that rhetoric, there's evidence of medicine
To cure the unintelligence of the tool wielding tools
A pyramid inception scheme, fools healing fools
By feeding them substances containing no sustenance
The blind and the heartless, gaze and fall in love with this, hypocritical system of residual income
Where the cynical get some
And the minuscule get dumped
But truth is were only minuscule in the eyes of the biblical
Of those who believe in projected smaller and bigger truths
They pit out our insides and replace untill the pit is full
Its pitiful, they lie through there teeth
As they chew up bits of truth, they don't want us seeing
Like how we can shift them, with real talent and desire
So they smokescreen there system

Who am I to be me when everybody else is fakin?
They got the game on lock and they haven't even chained it
Its smoke and mirrors but my soul and spirit
Says im chosen, my reflection I kno is the clearest
Who am I to be me when everybody else is fakin?
They got the game on lock and they haven’t even chained it
Its smoke and mirrors but my soul and spirit
Says im chosen...