I live a life full of deception
Hate and fabrication
Are my only perceptions
Of this so called reality
Are my friends really my enemies?
Are my enemies really my friends?
These thoughts keep pondering, I can’t find no end
Wish I had eyes on the back of head
Too see if someone’s gunna stab me in the back with a weapon
God judges our hearts, Man judges our actions
Why we will live life full of hatred filled passion
Jealously & Envy always gets the best thee
Why can’t we
Just put aside our differences and let it be
How are we
From Adam & Eve
The sins we commit far exceed
The reach, couldn't grasp it if it was fruit on tree

God created us to be equal
But why isn't every individual
The life we live in, good vs. evil
Devil's over power the angels
Fuck being biblical
Can't we just be reciprocals
I ain't tryna get all mathematical
Just multiply peace to produce unity
Say that in my eulogy
In this world, we take more and give less
Shit, We sell fesh

I wouldn't have ever thought of this
Call my self the blind prophet, but I ain't Tiresias
Thank God for the predicament that I'm in
Blessing me with a gift, in which few are talented
When I hit fame, Forgiving All My Enemy's like Brown did
Only then, will I understand, who are my true friends
Eli, a blind man, can see through the bullshit
Hip-Hop religion, baptized with lyrics
Conscious, the name I was christened
A Muslim, on Christians, once the same religion
Motherfuckers took lines and played with em
Got the true Book, call me Denzel Washington
I'm a dead man walking
Up high, Con Air with Convicts
I ain't talking Akon, get with it
I was 13 when I wrote my first lines
Now I'm 17 spitting you these rhymes
Never in my dreams did I think I'd reach mine
Help from IllMinds
Like a manual up a hill I'm inclined
They pave the way and let the road shine
Only thing that's left is to get signed
But there's always conspiracies

Can you see? Can see them following me
Whispering in my ear telling me get on my knees
Sell my soul for fame and worship immorality
I’m losing faith, soon my sanity
What I perceive isn’t reality
But shadows of spirituality
I convey upon them to let me be
I want the money and glory
But my soul is for the Lord not Illuminati
Want my mind, soul and body
They want to make me a controlled zombie
Is that what it means to be free?
If this is the American Dream, wake me
I’m stuck in a nightmare, & I don’t wanna be here
I'm calling, can you hear?