No Malice - Smoke & Mirrors lyrics

[Intro: No Malice] When I was a child I thought as a child I talked like a child I even reasoned like a child But when I became a man I put away childish things [Verse 1: Ab-Liva] It's like the blind leading the blind They caught up in the shine The tokens of success is not clearly defined The watermelons gone and all that's left is rind And yet you keep eating, eating But in the back of your mind If somewhat you rewind Ever wonder why they continue to let you dine Place a gla** ceiling, continue to let you climb Place d** in the hood and pretending to let you grind That little job they pretending to let you find Boxed in, they continue to let you mime That little deal they continue to let you sign Peep it, they spent more on spilled wine Yeah, I gotta speak to my kind Call me 8:45 cause both hands on the 9 It's from the heart and it's so sincere in every rhyme I could let the wheel go, the Lord steers every time If no child left behind, black faces on the first 48 look like mine Yeah, cause when that n***a in a bind The ones in position from my view look like Shyne Damn, and we the culprit in the crimes In the pulpit, n***as lying, they just pokin' at the lion 'Til my soul start flying or frying, I'mma be defiant It's written on the wall like a Mayan [Interlude: No Malice] You know, the truth is a funny thing I mean, it's a double-edged sword It separate bone from the marrow Spirit from the flesh And if it's a lie, then say it's a lie But if it's the truth And that saw hits you All you better do is say ouch [Verse 2: No Malice] It's of a biblical proportion - what you are witnessing Spiritual abortion - slaughter of innocents Guilty as charged, destruction of a lineage Now pray father God, you allow me to repent of it And any crime scene that bear Malice's fingerprint I pitched those keys like a tent, without thinkin' Even served our own mommas, without blinkin' Walking dead, clueless, no inkling Within a twinkling, seeing what I was made of While y'all speculate Clipse break up Well think it not strange if I'm Abel to his Cain Hell, even Esau had a Jacob - I ain't trippin' And what's with all this swag I ain't feelin' Gotta get that money, huh, nah, I'm chillin' And I ain't sellin' my soul for no million Cause that dead-end rap can't even crack its gla** ceiling Why such blasphemy And anger toward a God which none hath seen Hmm, leads me to believe That there's a wee bit more to this Jesus thing And they use his name to sell them pies Cause it take a lot of truth just to sell that lie Yes, even now I repent Of the circus acts, same clowns, different tent [Outro: No Malice] I mean, if we gonna k** the kids Then let's k** the kids Pop that molly, right? I mean, load them choppers, right? Homeboy, the line's been drawn And if you find it evil to serve the Lord Then choose this day Whom you will serve