Just Muz - Find No Enemy (Remix) lyrics

Apparently, I'm a catholic christian Chiseled by the vision of my dad's religion Synonym for the system, catalyst for difference Addition to division, wishing after the a**istance Of a listener - either at distance Non existence or believes in his infinite wisdom Not to interfere with his children Leave that to the priests Administer the last rites wrapped in the sheets Of the money that you made in your fast life Lasting at least one generation... God's veneration replaced with the wrong simulation The worship of the wealth Be a pop idol, worshipping yourself With the wallet not bible lurking on my shelf Being perfectly myself, worsening my health I'm trapped, between two factors Neither of which I practice... Tell a white lie now I lie upon the black list Let's an*lyze that language Languishing within our own vernacular A heart of darkness, bloodstained like dracula Who said that white means good? Who said that black the means bad? Racism takes words as walls to make prisons Ironic how we're called Great Britain What a strange adjective, for a state smitten And protective when considering the great image We erected, elected for hope and glory History books all rewrote the story For the land of the broke and gory Choked with the homeless and all of us are coping poorly Surely we could realise That the reel lies, real life more like real lies Real eyes get blinded, minds are reminded Taught to rethink in the blink of an eyelid Guided by media, cla** divides - needy and greedier Mastermind - clueless sitting in the chair Alive on air, living in the glare of the camera's Defined by parameters, tick this box, provide the examiners With all that you learn, you could watch Orwell turn In a big brother tomb, while all that you earn Will burn into ash - what is the world but a furnace for cash? Getting spurred by the lash, work for your worth From the first to the last gasp of the oxygen Coughing till they box me in Throw me in the ring like Don King, fight for my right To do the wrong things with the power that the song brings I could be a free man, build a living with these hands Believing that we can, stand together Make lions out of meek lambs... Inherit the earth, in reality humanity is actually inherent at birth Merit and worth and attainment That should be a measure of the way that you retain it When I entered entertainment I never knew what to entertain meant - enslavement Modern day cotton fields, rappers offered rotten deals Pocket mills from the crops we yield But behind the shades eye sockets aren't often pealed Read the labels, see what they want concealed... The fact, we own no masters Not a single single on a tracklist Not a word that slips outta my cracked lips To the hi-hats snapping like cracked whips In the tight fist of the industry For them we ain't nothing but a till receipt A chain of numbers on their bills and books And the worst of it all, we make our own hooks Let the idea marinate Committed to the rhythm, won't marry late Hate watching other men salivate over her Figure not the mind, nor the lyric or the rhyme Only the money, funny how the fame Is the flame for the locust, ruining the beauty Ruining the focus, a cold glaucoma Distorting the vision of her old persona Loner, loser, you see I don't abuse her To amuse you, I know my youtube views are Showing no popularity... Hip Hop separates pop and reality Not for the salary, it's an art form One that could never be locked in a gallery Watching the calories, lies that you consume Soon, it's you that they consume true I write back with the honesty Ain't offering an image of a perfect polished me No apology, I'm a work in progress Like everybody else and I'm hurting no less Than I deserve, I won't reverse the letters in my verse Am I reserved? Never, with a cliched heart on the sleeve I strive to be brave like the spartans believed I breathe in the breeze in the dark on my knees I freeze And fling my pleas to God Sorting out the world ain't an easy job I'm a sinner but please don't seize the rod and judge All my bad decisions, plus they're all adding up like mathematicians I attract derision, lacking ambition rapping slacking up in last position With intent to be greater, creator and liberator not afraid to Speak my mind though too deep at times Won't tweak my lines, or the beats and rhymes A trinity too sacred, I stand here naked and bare my soul With a skin no hatred will tear with holes WIth a heart no hatred will tear with holes WIth a heart no hatred will tear with holes