Artist: Napoleon Da Legend Album: The Myth or The Legend Song: Jah Don't Lie Typed by: trustthebuzzinc@gmail.com Verse 1 Supply the infinite pain inside my DNA was imprinted; intrinsic Where we live money's the incentive Desensitizing and depriving us of all feelings Trained to manipulate brains just to make a living Drugs and the sex business where they trade women Make them do the most heinous things for the green spinach Diet pills in the system absorbed to make them thinner For the consumer to react and then they take their winnings Throwing subliminal images for the subconscious Through the suffering, pain, and the hate only the love conquers Corrupt doctrines; blood mixed with vodka Luxury entrepreneurs, highest bidders in this love auction When the clubs poppin'- Patrone spilling Vicariously living your life through your own children The soul's eternal, repulsive acts of desperation But the external shell comes with a date of expiration *And when that day comes can't have it back It's gone for good* Chorus – Sam Suave Trying to live my life, but everything's going wrong/ it's so hard Trying to keep my head up/ but nothing is going right/ it's so hard So hard/ so hard/ so hard/ it's so hard Tired of hustling tired of struggling/ it's so hard Verse 2 Soliloquies to vilify me through these iniquities Poverties and inequalities- Piff Epiphanies in my chemistry Devilish imagery hemorrhaging through my chi- Glee Despair in my atmosphere affects my energy Comprehensive jealously inside of hearts of enemies Battles of Machiavelli born to be a master killer Matters of massive massacres and sado- masochism Defy the laws of physics with positive optimism Attraction of the polar opposites comes through these Godly visions Your soul is obviously missing, you lost a costly mission Cooking raw information in Babylon's kitchen Battle on the children's mind since the abolition Catalysts for capitalism divided through religion Using euphemisms the cancer went through remission Eulogy for the youth to listen but the truth is missing Verse 3 Violence makes sense for the dollars and cents Knowledge is sent through my halogen sense Silicone and collagen inside lips Dropping them hips Wobbling and frolicking in front of my eye lids Bigger fried fish mystify this is why we live to die rich; would even lie to get this Wide lens for my third eye's iris Alchemist bliss still I can live blind and I can miss all this Alcoholic in the office with a narcoleptic mind So blind facing the truth that they cannot accept it Shock treatment and lobotomy Nobody better bother me, don't lie to me That's colonic psychology Hypocrisy and false democracy they on to me Wanting me to sell my soul and then they honor me The world economy designed to feed a small percentage We all connected its all written in your genetics *We all in this together- we smile together we cry together*