[Intro] Turn away from misery We see here every day The world's one big Claymation moving frame to frame Generated by individuals Ideas thoughts and fantasies Despite having a higher form He or she can't perform If you unfaithfully Play make believe With your heaven and hell reality [Hook] Here comes the hook Everybody I ever met Came in and took What they wanted from Can't blame em for I was playing the same f**ing game Couldn't stay the same Tryna change those Around me without seeing What was wrong with me What it was was wrong With me Had to morph My self to a higher form And quit conforming to everybody Else, the collective consciousness Is sick [Verse 1] Now non-conformists got A stick up the behind Don't even realize They still be livin' a lie Despite the open mind And free spirited nature One can't just expect to Find the perfect nurture Without some personal Reflection and growth Here's Frawsti's oath I honestly hope Some of you will listen Begin to clean up Your own lies and fallacies Turn dirty auras glistening I'd rather be cut down My face in the dirt If it meant it'd save A hundred man's hurt [Hook] [Verse 2] This is reality If it's sad to see Or makes the tummy growl Heart turn up and howl Bowels turn doubles or The mind find unsatisfactory Listen to me it ain't your own You're looking in through Another man's portal We are simple mortal's Coping with time Despite any perception Giving the belief That it is illusory We all have to be Taking to our own Versions here or likely We'll continue to be Living in misery [Hook] [Bridge] You ain't alone Whether stickin' to y'own Or followin' the crowd Listenin' to loud f**in' Music doesn't got nothin' to it Talk about Bieber or Gaga Misguiding humanity They're only human see Could never be understanding Their own misinformation [Verse 3] Will frawsti ever see Fame or get played on The stations? If I'm anything Like Common I doubt it But others around have Found 'emselves homes I'm talkin' Mac Miller Pink Floyd and a Hopsin 2Pac was there so Did Wiz and Snoop For now I'm in the coop Writing rhymes from the Garage recording lines In the closet for it has Good acoustics, couldn't afford The mic or interface so I Borrowed a headset from Dad And a laptop from Chad I ain't even mad [Hook]