M.O.B. (USA) - Perfect Picture lyrics

[Verse 1: Ethic] Now I haven't had a bad life and I never really ever done dirt And I don't need no stress release to help relieve some pressure I know that d**h is coming, know there's no sense in running I know myself and outside that I don't need to know nothing I keep a f**in swagger, look at these s**ers scatter I know how to hold the mic right and speak like my substance matters A cutthroat cadaver, condemned the j** of Nazareth Followers for turning faith into a corporate ladder I'll give this hourgla** a tip on its broken axis And watch the sand drip through my fingers as I touch the ma**es This is my open casket Written down quotes and pa**ages in blood Spit from the lungs of a masochist [Chorus: Mo-B] War amongst men Men amongst kings Kings amongst God God amongst all of us Though we never fit the perfect picture, picture perfect peaceful Peace at mind, we keep in mind, just to keep alive X2 [Verse 2: Jon the Baptist] Mistaken was I to ever think that one day That these wings could take flight I'm just a daydreamer drifting in the early twilight I've broken down to rebuild This so called life of mine and it's so hard to find Any reason to believe and to continue to fight A decision that weighs heavy on my conscience at night These vindictive addictions, they keep controlling my life A hemophiliac juggeling knives until the blade hits I know true anguish and I have been to the abyss I lost one kid to the heavens and one to a money hungry b**h Now I'm falling from the skies, like the wings of Icarus There was bible and these bibles just try to make some sense Of this life that I been living, giving a hundred and ten percent It's very evident that you can't break my will It was forged in the heavens out of unbreakable steel 50 caliber Excalibur leaving holes in your shield [Chorus] [Verse 3: OnlyOne] My own head is the end of me, when I'm dead you'll remember me With the horse's head to place inside the bed of my enemies Life intends to be an illness so if d**h is the remedy Perspective is kept, one last message left for the friends of me I am dead from the step that disconnect a man's head from his neck Being hateful and oppressed is my tendency And now you tell me there are plenty other fish in the sea Funny, they all look like a bunch of f**ing b**hes to me You're living your live—that's something to do I live and I die—that's nothing to you Give in at night—that's something to choose f** with me, I got nothing to lose! But I don't think of depression when ears will ring in my presence From what I bring to the session, become a King among peasants Randomly candidly, k**ing family by family It's me in every thing, in every dream and every fantasy The fans of me from land to sea know there's not a man like me It's me in every thing, in every dream and every fantasy! [Chorus]