 world to stand still facade to turn real blind faith to dissipate so man can exercise his will we kneel into a man when it's the man that's making deals selling souls for notes of tender painting canvases for tears and sweat from twirling backs with a knack to show the burden babies learn to live with the lack but so deserving so i'ma keep on dropping for folk that's still on the block and they'd never do nothing different than cutting and cooking rock for the cousins who bought the bag smoking angst into a glass pipe hoping they could get their whole pass and just surpass life for you