Portrait In Rap

[Verse]
I lie to myself all the time, just to make it through
Admit I've lost faith, but what do I say to you
The world's too cold to get down to the naked truth
I'm running the Miles Davis, my favourite shade of blue
We earn what we win, 'cause we've got what it takes to lose
So keep your guard up, that's all we can aim to do
If you're facing hard knocks then be ready to break a tooth
At least we're in the ring, not watching it pay per view
Not playing fan clubs, not getting the rave reviews
Our faults are pretty clear, there's plenty that they can use
I'm not radio friendly and won't change my tune
I say the hard things that most are not able to
This is Sunday church, so hold up and take a pew
Everyone's got problems I'm just willing to name a few
I'm on that lower level you're not ready to take it to

[Chorus]
And you know
That it's time
Somehow you just know
You can feel it in your soul
No reason
It's the simple truth
Deny it, the things we do

[Verse]
I'm tired of watching friends and family move on
Used to joke I've too many I'd happily lose some
Just wait, til it happens to you son
Of course I'm down, the gravity's too strong
Looking right at the crux can be tragic and gruesome
A glance alone - leave you damaged and bruised up
So many versions of truth, how do we choose one?
Everyone's selling something but cannot produce one
Most lobbies and groups want to bag 'em some new bloods
Those all alone or straddling two loves
I'm of two minds and I'm managing two tongues
The truth's hard to swallow so I crack it and chew some
It costs a lot to be real, I packed some coupons
And it still set me back, I crash on a futon
My past time's my work - I relax with a suit on
And it's worn out like me, been at it for too long

[Chorus]
And you know
That it's time
Somehow you just know
You can feel it in your soul
No reason
It's the simple truth
Deny it, the things we do

[Outro]
Addicts take a taste of those habits we hope to break
Dreamers keep dreaming though life is no open page
Players keep swinging though hang from a broken gate
And lovers keep loving when lover's don't know their name
Given two options, nobody chose the pain
The patterns universal from Hobard to Copenhagen
No matter how you dress it it's only a coat of paint
Recognise that it's rigged and gamble it all the same