I got nowhere to go
I don’t know
If I’m the most cooked or if it’s everyone I know
I feel furloughed ever since I first spoke
I beseech you to run as far away from the Truman Show
TV static in my brain as the dissonance grows
I’m further pushed into a corner that only dissidents know
In the time it would take me to write a 10 minute flow
I could write a new rule for life and go chisel it into stone
Never more than ever the pressure to bring it home
But it’s kinda like еvery day that goes by I get morе alone
Devil in the moonlight, a too familiar glow
Draw the blinds and drop the curtain and then disconnect the phone
Nowison
Let me break it down a way you maybe understand
I cannot seem to see anything for anything other than
Every despicable, predictable pattern and path
I feel like I’m tryna run with my head in the sand

I feel like I’m living in a jar
I feel like I’m living in a jar
I feel like I’m living in a jar
And the top of the jar is just too far
(Repeat)

Over the mountains
Fly over states
As I sound out the words on my privatest tapes
Diary of a madman
Mad and disgraced
If you see society as a contaminated lake
If everything seems a little bit off about everything you were taught then let me provide a bit of foresight to your fate
Busta think-tank
This is what it sounds like to be bumpin’ as fuck as you burn alive at the stake
Stakes are high, the stakes is high
The odds are against you ‘cause they hate you and can’t wait till you die
What’s the point of prevailing if the whole system is failing
They wanna force you to think in reverse and watch you fry