Ethic
Perfect Picture
[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 death 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 fuckin swagger, look at these suckers scatter
I know how to hold the mic right and speak like my substance matters
A cutthroat cadaver, condemned the jew of Nazareth
Followers for turning faith into a corporate ladder
I’ll give this hourglass a tip on its broken axis
And watch the sand drip through my fingers as I touch the masses
This is my open casket
Written down quotes and passages 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
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[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 bitch
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 death 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 fucking bitches 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
Fuck 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, killing 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]