The Lie

Relax sit back & unwhind we got too much times on our hands when will we ever understand People believe you are what you do have we bitten off far more then we could chew these are desolate times but we settle for ill but fade rhymes love has taken a back seat for lust we got the cart ahead of the horse of course you got to stay in school for all things cool but we need to take a chill pill not some cheap thrill in the back of the car Satan makes everything appear good when its tainted bad sad eyes pulsating in the Sunday news you'll sing the blues those who are in their ivory tower our headed for a fall the know it all who doesn't hear no matter what you say there claim to fame is to look the other way spaces, traces & faces fat laces with the cigar in hand when will we ever live to understand you can't keep sticking it to the man with the plan Jesus said Satan comes to kill, steal & destroy that's his demonic ploy to get your eyes off the cross the chief end in a tragic loss the lie that says I'm the master of my fate someday every knee will have to bow to the one we have to do many have eyes but they can't see & ears but they cannot hear the full message of his saving grace instead they live in Peyton Place it's not a mistake someday you will see him in the sky so why you being dumb & settling for the lie