Diabolic - Lost in Translation lyrics

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?

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