Lost in Translation

[Verse 1]
I feel like I committed seven deadly sins, left hoping that the heavens let me in, let's begin
Where friends become strangers, hard to keep in contact
I deal with the devil for my soul and breach the contract
Beyond that, I don't got a clue, but promise you, the cops who
Popped Diallo wouldn't take a shot at what I'ma do
I'ma take the common view of this prison planet
Mix some havoc in it, give it back as something cinematic
Cut from a different cloth, every stitch and fabric inside me
Is designed to find peace amidst the madness
'Bolic's inner demons become so interactive they're speaking in tongues on records if you spin it backwards
It's the classic, getting lost in translation, I've written metaphors that left the author's hand shaking
The plan's shaping up to be something special, so when the
Dust is settled I'll be on another level above
Puffing medical bud, making spectacles of whoever's
Kept on a pedestal 'cuz, most of ya'll find appeal
Like a federal judge, signing deals with the devil in blood
So records'll buzz, mine's an inject-able drug, making brain chemicals flood, like dopamine, when you in love
Unforgettable like legends or cassettes at U Dub, El or Stretch and Bobbito
Tell the rest they're not equal, dressed incognito keeping unassuming while the other humans shuck and jive to
Publicize subtle movements
'Bolic's drunk and puking, I'll just stumble through and murk another crew it's nothing new, where the fuck have you been?

[Verse 2]
Peep the Earth's design, the way it works in my parts
The perfect lines on this burner serve as fine art
And it doesn't matter how disturbed our lives are
'Cuz we're all worldwide stars in certain dive bars
Five-star restaurants and crowded bodegas
Bad news: Cash rules, money's alpha omega
The god we trust got me stuck between a rock and a hard place
Wanna leave this spot through a stargate
I've seen a lot and I partake in evil plots
Scheming, not ceasing till my heart rate and breathing stops
For god's sake, I see the clock, just how long has it been?
Long enough to end before it begins, I got visions
Politicians tossed in a bin, filled with more lead than water in Flint
Absorbed in their skin, but all I brought was a pen and pad
No trend or fads, in the lab with more to prove then I ever had
Never had much, never needed shit
Two turntables and a mic, I'm readily equipped
In the home of the fiend, robbing Jenevieve's for scripts
Raving madmen, microwaved ketamine to snip
If I just smoke these buds, though I don't need drugs
It shows they OD off how dope he was, homie
You don't know me, so don't pre-judge, where I'm from
The police bang like OG Bloods, and go free
Channel 12 News keeps it low-key, add it to the list of shit you should know, but won't see
And I shall proceed and continue to give you what you need so you can see what I've been through