Survival

MC PEP, PrabhuNeigh

Thinking if I’d ever get so lost in the crowd
Spending not a moment ever so defied
Even if I lied, I’d feel all crammed inside
Some days, it doesn't take a minute to oblige
Because the truth seems like a projection of my imagination
Switching lanes, exchanging equations to fit into a station
Thoughts from my mind, excruciate my deliberation
Take over my sense of self, insinuating situations
Even if I came from a home of love, a grove of trust
I'm always brеaking a sweat, foreseeing all threats
I takе a breath, try to undo this fiction, as if it were my ultimate break
But it's so easy
If I have a life and place, time, distance and speed
All adjusting to my greed
It's enough to make me feel freed, a subliminal need

Spending so much time, even if I’ve assembled my fate
The ebbs and turns, the waves
They eliminate my sense of judgment
Keeping my treasure, my prudence (Betrayer!)
Don't call me Judas
Only so few tread to prove why they do this (Survival)

My anger is an open note, an anecdote of thoughts presented
I'm shaking but deep inside for my sake and others, I'm awakened
We're being called a shame to the nation, a fraudulent accusation
A libtard who got her frontal lobe charred
While your blistering third eye blows a whistle
This winding system, all it ever did was ban my existence
I'm not into reservations, but there's literally no consideration
Running in circles in this game, the cavalry are shot down lame
Middle class and poverty line, always the ones to blame
Lining us up, in attempts to reverse-engineer our minds
Thought process served through radio waves, and satellite dishes
Prices change like seasons, and my vices come with reason

Indebted to the teller
I'm sitting with a chalice of empathy, sipping on a sacrifice

Spending so much time, even if I’ve assembled my fate
The ebbs and turns, the waves
They eliminate my sense of judgment
Keeping my treasure, my prudence (Betrayer!)
Don't call me Judas
Only so few tread to prove why they do this (Survival)
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SURVIVAL! SURVIVAL! It's a game of survival

Running but you can't evade, this is no fight for fame
Survival!

SURVIVAL! SURVIVAL! It's a game of survival

Apologetically late, but for you they wait
It's all a game for survival..