Far Beyond Driven

There is nothing, no education, no family life to open my arms to. You'd say that my job is today, yet gone tomorrow, I'll be broke in a gutter. I know the opinion , a broken record. Fuck you and your college dream. Fact is, we're stronger than all. Your working for perfect bodies, perfect minds and perfect neighbors. But I'm helping to legalize dope on your pristine streets and I'm making a fortune. You're muscle and ball, naive at best. I'm born brain and cock, deep down stronger than all. A sad state of affairs, a crippled america. A pipe dream butt fucked. Immune, stronger than all. A lament for a rookie officer, punk ass weak little lamb. For the mob, truly, does rule at this particular time.We've grown into a monster. An arrogant, explosive mother fuck. Hard as a rock, shut like a lock. Finally, the president in submission. He holds out his hand on your television and draws back a stump. It's too late for some, far too late. No more hold backs, no more paying a cops paycheck. Let him bust his own child. The son that heeds my word and smokes my dope. The daughter that sucks me off and snorts cheap anything. Hail kings, the new kings. Stranger than all. A simple progress to legalize. There would not be a choice but to take out side. Be here no question of certain strengths. Know this intention. Forever stronger than you.

A long time ago I never knew myself. Then the memory of shame bithed it's gift. No more, the small one, the weak one, the frightened one. Running from beatings, deflating, I'm becoming more than a man. More than you ever were. Driven and burning to rize beyond Jesus.
I'm born again, with snakes eyes. Becoming, Godsize.
I found my like was slipping through my hands. Perhaps through death my life won't be so bad. I can see you, can fuck you inside of you. Staring through your eyes. Belittle your friends to serve to suck me, to realize my saving grasp. I of suicide, I the unlord.
I'm born again, with snakes eyes. Becoming, Godsize!

I see you had your mind all made up you group of pitiful liars. Before I woke to face the day, your master plan transpired. -Sometimes told me -this job had no more to meet the eye. My song is not believed? My words somewhat decieving? Now i'm unhole.
*You've waged a war of nerves, but you can cross the kindom. Can't be what your idols are. Can't leave that scar . You cry for compensation, I ask you please just give us... 5 minutes alone.
I read your eyes, your mind was make up, you took me for a fool. You used complexion of my skin for a counter racist tool. -You can't break me. -I've spilled my guts out in the past. Taken advantage of because you know where I've come. My past. (*Repeat)