Hill Inc. - Through My Eyes lyrics

[Verse 1: Cameron Uzoka] I feel estatic Pondering why living life equates to d**h like expressions in a quadratic formulae Love of money is the root of evil if you incorporate Some form of liquid making trees to grow Depression will be in labour giving birth to another girl today She's sabotaging her body for glamour and fame Temple of the Holy Spirit is every inch of your frame By exploiting it, is like going to church and urinating cross the altar of GOD Corrosion of our soul, is whether we dine at the table of the devils or join saintly rebels We can make a house from a pebble Something out of nothing making enemies unsettled Join me like the immediate merging of two pieces of metal I live in a town where you explore other planes Kid perishes, apparently no-one knows his name He's only labelled by one tag A title that guided him to spiritual terrain Satan's detained mind, body and soul Now he's in perpetual darkness with no-one to hold, he's forever old, a woman's worst dream Conversing with the Fallen Ones Were the machines and the street is where there storing guns Another busts on top, bullet makes contact Like extraterrestrials asking humans where his sons at Ghetto fathers, are fraudulent they only credit is Borrow everything and pay back with another wish Cannabis is distributed like ideas in a conference Have confidence in yourself Cause' that pronoun is never ever second to one So live your life thoroughly and never give up [Hook: Cameron Uzoka] You gotta be what you wanna be Say what you gotta say say what you see Look through my eyes and see hell on earth through my window Streets are cold, look hear the wind blow You gotta be what you wanna be Say what you gotta say say what you see Oh, sadness isn't crying, d**h doesn't mean dying [Verse 2: Cameron Uzoka] People with a basic understanding have the biggest faith The ones who oppose sharing are the ones with the biggest cake We yearn for more, we're modern vampires Asleep in the morning and at night we are yawning Touring the streets looking for blood Like an organ donor a heartbeat from d**h soshow him some love Bringing forth d**h and including the reapers Ready to show down when your resting your feet up In our society, priority is the cheese Like French bakers intent on beating their counterparts Moneys good to get but remenber nothing does ever last Accomplish the task of hiding you with a better mask So let the buretta ask Click clack to your membrane when the milli calls So is the murder enough Or do we have to k** k** until murder is soft [Hook: Cameron Uzoka]