hungup.

Godess in these genes learned to mold who I am

Sick of toeing your lines I've drawn mine in the sand

As a child I learned to lie aint this all just pretend?

stared hard in the mirror had to meet myself again

Bitch now whos delusional?

I'm finding a way to smile you've been herded into a cubical

Man I say fuck their boxes

Freedom not the freedom to choose from selected options

abandoned your god found better returns from a profit

I Watch the sickness spread and feel myself getting nauseous

Now how you sleep at night?

I dream of revolution I know the movement ain't lost the fight