Divisions of the same We live in derisions and Contritions, damage and leftover decisions This in all of the mission Buck over the balanced conditions, laws and structured decisions Lies to obey Oh shit our lives our going astray What are we done with our day? This procedure tight rope we play It could all go away if we strategize ways.. But instead were lost in a daze Drugged out on a phase While each is struck dumbfounded in rage lost in the phrase decisions and praise. It pays. So many lost to the sky So many bitches wanna die Cold snow in my veins Walking on the pavement never change While there's faces in the rain Stuck inside my window pane Reflections of the same Don't live your life in vain So many lost in the sky So many bitches wanna die Can't see the blessing of this life Can't have the good without the strife. Maybe I shouldn't call a bitch a bitch Female dog thats in a ditch While my darkness sets me free End up on a damn TV All progressive all the same Manufactured window panes Look up to yourself Your hereos have no wealth if they have the wealth They are bankrupted morally stealth Two sides on a big rise Feel my world eyes on a big prize Can't see the light without the dark Moving people with a spark. Can't hold a candle to wind Resume were left in sin Pen to dagger, sword to scythe World in prism Its a life Our boundaries they are the same Inside ourself the challenges change Facing a wall of the same  Divisions that remain Inane break up the rocks of your brain