Diabolic - Perspective lyrics

Yo, I set Northern Lights on fire
Get higher off of each bowl plot deceitful
We wolves dressed in sheep’s wool
We the people are not accepting our demise
We concealing our identities
A blessing in disguise directly in my eyes
That’s where the fire scorches
Seeking higher forces, inside of iron horses
Alive is corpses, with the heroes left to die
Like it’s a standoff at high
Noon under desert skies
LI to Bedford-Stuy to up
Town where Tech resides
With God as my witness
I gotta stand and testify
If you real you recognize
Our lives are jeopardized
So we drink away pain and
Maintain by getting high
C’mon step inside, play the track
Let it ride
See why I burn bridges, turn vicious
Sever ties cause everytime somebody put
Bolic under pressure
Life flash before my eyes and burn
An image on my retina

Yo, yo, i think it’s easy to tell the
Life I’m leading is hell
I can see the future
It’s my past repeating it'self
Be catching several cases and
Just sleeping in cells
Like Al-Qaeda plotting to send you
Plastique in the mail
I know Jesus can feel that
I miss my silent nights
Since they been replaced by siren
Lights and fire fights
I duel on iron mics and
Excel when it’s crunch time
Double fisted, alcoholism in my blood line
Sometimes they say I’m crazy and
They sort of right i want to go door to door
Tonight and murdering ’till morning light
Cause, I was born poor and
I ain’t the corporate type
So maybe when I got shit
I’ll think there’s more to life
‘Till it happens, yeah right
I’ll fight and I’ll paper chase
Off the books
Dodging the federal government’s database
At a later date, my paper mate
May just change my fate
Paid to write about the times
When I made mistakes, now

Yo, yo, lord knows Bolic couldn’t fathom
What was foretold at the crossroads
God talking back in morse code
Lost soul as confused as Donnie Darko
Wishing I was ignorant to
These illuminati barcodes
The shit I know could make
The human body’s heart blow
Presidential plots supplying Giuliani’s cargo
Car loads of soldiers in illegal wars
With a system designed to keep
The poor people poor
To keep the poor asking why
The fuck they breathing for
Mad, like let’s burn the flag
That we pledge allegiance toward
Tired of these streets
Sick of this convenience store
Fuck I do nuttin’ new
Everything I’ve seen before
Old E, pounds of weed, G’s of raw
Now I see, keys are pure
Stashed in Buick Regal doors
Creating a monster in the
Street’s deepest core
So it’s time all y’all realize
That we at war, c’mon (I did not type these
Thanks to Hattscrib and B-Pun)