Robin Naghshbandi - EARTHS FACE lyrics

I was born in 99 Gods creation, another design His pens crazy, no straight lines One way ticket to this world, no fines As red as dark as red wine Most this world is mentally blind The rest, are in a dead state of mind Don't fall back, incase drop behind Time still ticking, every event is well timed The news is just a paper, picturing life, New York Times But this 15 year old, rhymes from 9 to 9 Living a world that's based on crime Have a rest on Mount Everest, after the climb Jack In boxes left to rewind Uh huh They say you get what you give, and you give what you get If that's true then how come I never see any respect It gets me so upset, brains washed and still left wet Just another sick puppy being an ill pet Ash trays left undead, with the bu*t of a cigarette The pineapple householder was woken up by the sound of a clarinet Swimming in a ocean full of sweat, fishes that are no threats But the Feds, chasing after all the teens No junction to their childhood dreams An artwork like the emotions on the scream Static and silent like what's on your screen Inhaling sewage from drains and the steam But it seems, that this planets a cherry, topped with cream A planet that's full of water and 20% full of green Little boy, little girl, your all kings and queens Your DNA makes you, from your genes And your brain, is your machine I'm selfish, but I don't have stinky hands, I don't sell fish I'm not a dealer, but if there's fresh kicks on a wire, I will sell them and get rich If there's a star pa**ing my eyes, I will grant only 1 wish The red lips of Williamsburg are ripped after they get kissed Solace on my grief that I can forget but also reminisce But in the cold winters I stay warm as the snows bliss I'm still cold in the deepened, but shifting like gliss Taking some risks cus they the real chances Adding interest like a workers finances Looking for this world answers Better left unanswered, like gangsters But I handed my planners, backwards I'm sorry where's my manners? It's doomsday, full of metal faces I had mine when I was in the womb It's a identity not a costume Like a flower before it has bloomed My flow crazy it's spinning like a fan in my bedroom Can't see me, use your cameras zoom Now let me resume Where was I? oh the pyramids and tombs The jars full of broken perfume It's a day that's always full of gloom I'm out, cus I'm watching my favourite cartoon