Many cells and a soul
Many people are sold
To the idea that we're soldiers
Fighting a pointless war

I see it every day
The clothes they wear are the same
So many different people
Wearing the same name
Till they fall to their graves

Muneeb:
I'm the same insane me
They tryna enslave me
Picture perfect they won't frame me
Try to grow, feel the chains squeeze
I just let my brain breathe
Brush it off and let the paint leak
Tick-talking make my name bleed
But I'm not my name b,
Muneeb Hawk ain't me
This can't be
Never fear a man unless he can't bleed
I heard sheep only follow 'cause they can't lead
They ain't able to read these warning labels
They eat, disconnecting these cables
We out of the matrix
Burning cliques and labels
Tryna find and copy my style
They can't trace it
Tryna end up, taking my place
End up on stage, shapeless
Like Miss Colombia with your
Face misplaced
("Colombia!")
Don't be mistaken
I can never be replaced.

Kyle:
They try to sell your soul
Better hold it close
'Cause you never realize
How quick the time goes
Tick-tock, Tick-tock
But the clock, it ticks
Till the night unfolds (folds)
But it don't stop
It keeps spinning
Like my head does,
even when I'm restin'
(Restin'! Here ya restin'?)
Get back on your feet
But I'm sick of every day having the
Same routine
Wake up, get out of bed,
Grab a paper and pen,
And later again, I'll try to write
The best that I can
And try to pretend
The words I jot down with a pen
Make an image but it can't
Like a camera lens

Patrick:
You wake up every day, on your way
Like you gotta big meeting to attend
("Jesus Christ!")
You always gotta lot to say, like it's labor
Thinking you're a means to an end, savior
Do yourself a favor and save your checks
Suspend expensive investments
Spent on Ralph Lauren instead of friendships
Buy a fake name, sell the one that meant shit
It's reckless (reckless)
Our souls and our cells are sold to the selfish
They swore us wealth and left us helpless
Made it right so the left was left with the
Hand it dealt them

Ben:
People have their hands out,
Hands hopeful
Seemingly, it's cold outside, so brands coat ya
Brands coach ya,
Dreamin' of a better life based on what they sold ya.
Idea on the wall, like it's written on a poster
Something like a mandatory monetary soldier
Ya never enlisted, it's more like they wrote ya
Heard like a cow before he's killed for our culture
Eating dirty grinds, the way you're fed is non-kosher
Force feed the fat like Yoda on Oprah
Christened by words like they're written by Hova
Christians that heard that with God you are closer

~

Many cells and a soul
Many people are sold
To the idea that we're soldiers
Fighting a pointless war
I see it every day
The clothes they wear are the same
So many different people
Wearing the same name
Till they fall to their graves

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