Behind the Silver Curtain

[Produced by ChetaMeister]

[Intro]
Whoa, whoa, whoa
I don't see my reflection in the mirror
I see the real image getting clearer
I'm stuck and I'm waiting for a cure

[Hook]
I don't control my fate
I only scold thy hate
I look into the mirror
It only shows my wake
Behind the Silver Curtain
I see the pilfer's lurkin'
They control my fate
I'm gonna die for certain

[Verse 1: Almighty U-Sorcerer]
Dead man walking, for certain
I was lost, I been searching
I was gone, I've resurfaced
There's a problem emerging
I'm not an obvious person
I feel God isn't working
He got his head in the clouds
The penitentiary house
That's where I'm staying for a while
Rambo Young, I was jailed with a smile
My brother died, I'm expressing emotions
I been hurt but I never been broken
I was only selling drugs, that's some petty offenses
My lil brother's funeral, they wouldn't let me attend it
Fuck a prison, I'mma need a mental institution
No solution for this madness, this sadness an execution

[Hook]

[Verse 2: gamemast15r]
Oh shit, is this fate?
A million motherfuckers wanna spread the hate
Behind every translation there's a man with flaws
A puppet master, looking to the grace of god
"Looking at you, shivering, shaking it down
Trembling in fear, paranoid, pacing around
Is this the life that you want? The life that you live?
What about your mother and the life that she give
You want to spoil the fruit taken off of the tree
Judging my judgment like it's so awful of me
I don't understand you, I don't like the way that you think"
Turn water into wine, that's the way you drink?
I'd rather turn into a drunk than face the facts
Erase this track, maybe turn back to the days of past
And then maybe I wouldn't have to hate your ass
I'm a flawed man, no shit I've noticed
Ever since Bill Clinton became the POTUS
Everyone tells me "Find the grace of god
And maybe you can go and face the odds"
I've been doing that for the past nineteen years
I got no answer
But a million motherfuckers kill each other every year
Many more die from cancer
And when I wanted to put a bullet in my head?
Raise life from myself like a necromancer
I don't need nobody in this
Come back like Jason Voorhees cause it ain't nobodies business
I don't want some god to judge me, bitches
Goddamn

[Hook]

[Verse 3: VinylZombie_MCR]
Behind the Silver Curtain
Lies an immortal man
No cares about hurtin'
With an Immoral plan
Pulling Strings
Mafia Mink
Nothing is Real
Not as you think
Life is too short
Not to watch your back
Cause you could die
Of a fatal attack

[Outro: VinylZombie_MCR]
Controlla, everyone looking to control us
Split down the middle, looking in like Moses
Think before you do, don't just look upon the surface
Because behind every wealthy man there's always a silver curtain