Artificial

I spy with my lazy eye
 Someones about to die
 I testify, by the time I'm done
 Tired rappers gon' retire
 See sometimes I speak to God
 Usually I get no reply
 I'm cold, I may as well have no soul
 But you should know me
 How a hustler know his product
 Like a stripper know her pole
 Pray the sinner know his soul
 How a cook know his stove
 Open up your heart
 Tell the homeless welcome home
 We been left outside together
 You ain't never been alone
 Pray your spirit never breaks
 and your limit never reaches
 Momma took me to church to listen to the preachers
 Now we the new teachers
 We the new Rockstars
 We were on a journey when
 We turned heavy metal into gold, momma!
 That's the alchemy of soul, momma!
 You said I'd reap what I sow
 I got the cream of the crop
 They swing from the chandelier just to shine at the top
 But how I make this shit go down with no flushing toilet?
 Blew my cash on substances I could have fed a hungry kid
 I'm guilt-driven
 Still innocent as a hundred kids
 Till otherwise proven
 I remain the wheels to the movement
 On this mission I have packed my ammunition In the
 form of principles that's designated for precision
 Ask Mr Selwyn, we would never sell to win
 May the powers manifest my premonition
 It's true that I was destined to be huge
 Way before Vusi Leeuw
 Watch me go interstellar for my groove
 The same kid that had Points To Prove is back for a part 2
 The small still voice says its done for you
 Welcome to the war in my mind
 Peace in my heart
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