03 - Holograms

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I guess the cages Worked
the overbearing exoskeletons that held this perp
For crimes committed against the systems that rule this earth
see he was cursed coz he who was first Had misplaced his truest self
in a bid to make perfect himself
 
So Now He's living in a brain cell locked up in his mind
Walks around with the Huge shell for the baggage that he's hiding
He's fighting to live up to an ideal he's been buying
Into So when He falls he'll tell you he's just flying
 
This is not me, It's just a Hologram
An appearance of Gold that weighs Zero Kilograms
I'm buried under layers of false Ideologies that have Become me
I'm what you want to See
 
This is not me that's just a Hologram
An appearance of Gold that weighs Zero Kilograms
I'm buried under layers of false Ideologies that have Become me
I'm what you want to See
 
I saw Perfect people leading perfect lives
I copied their smiles made a disguise with it I became a lie
I wonder what they'll do when they find out that I can't fly
I wonder what they'll do when they find out that I still cry
 
I saw Perfect people leading perfect lives
I copied their smiles made a disguise with it I became a lie
I wonder what they'll do when they find out that I can't fly
I wonder what they'll do when they find out that I still cry
 
Welcome to the world where Originality is not allowed
No need to think Homie We'll tell you How
How to live how to succeed we'll tell you how to worship
Do follow God but only when he is working
 
Within the Limits of our own understanding
but how can you even understand Him
when you're busy tryna replace Him? Hmm
 
Last I checked the word God implied a sovereign
and there can be only one
and the position aint vacant hommie
 
I'm just a Hologram
An appearance of Gold that weighs Zero Kilograms
I'm buried under layers of false Ideologies that have Become me
I'm what you want to See
 
This is not me that's just a Hologram
An appearance of Gold that weighs Zero Kilograms
I'm buried under layers of false Ideologies that have Become me
I'm what you want to See
 
I saw Perfect people leading perfect lives
I copied their smiles made a disguise with it I became a lie
I wonder what they'll do when they find out that I can't fly
I wonder what they'll do when they find out that I still cry
 
I saw Perfect people leading perfect lives
I copied their smiles made a disguise with it I became a lie
I wonder what they'll do when they find out that I can't fly
I wonder what they'll do when they find out that I still cry
 
There's gotta be more
There's gotta be more to life than just the usual
More than just the applause and encores of the generations gone
There's gotta be more to creativity than backward thinking
Logic, a future based on the things that we've noticed
 
Know this I'm more than your tags I'm more than your labels
I'll never fit into your boxes
Nothing on God's green earth can define me i'm beyond Classes
I'm a square peg that's perfect and your round holes are perfect
Problem starts when you try to force me into roles known for their roundness
 
It was killing me, It was killin me but I smiled and played the part
You had the perfect picture and my life was the canvass for your art
But I'm sorry Mr Decartes but this heart belongs in full to another painter
and he's creating a greater piece of art
 
Yeah am the Master's piece, a Master piece by His standards
And don't get it confused I aint the artist am the canvass
He takes my Everything the good the bad the ugly all I am
To paint a perfect potrait of the Lion and the Lamb

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