#assistedsuicide the views of a distorted reality lyrics: yeah assisted suicide third eye rhymes we are the people written on the steeple one nation under god that we all are inequal what exactly do you think'll happen when the people are tired of being feeble and knock the bajeebles out of your jaw till you saw lumber snoring like you hit the needle ey the police hit the other kind with open eyes and shaky hands and broken minds so sober lies produce with bands yet scrutenize the fruit of guys slingin a little weed then the brute inside comes to shoot the die and blast against the Creed gambling with speed till they ramble in decree that the ram'll turn degrees up and you can never free up cause you got caught tryina re up a little taste of the struggle [death is transparent but life is opaque] a fiddle plays for the rubble [breath its apparent anyone can take] watch the world fall in crumbles [the future is here so beware of the cake] I'll just drink til I stumble [they'll suture your brain with lies when it breaks] I said don't take the bait for some it's to late got enough money to buy a golden lake but don't have the time or the solitude to make the best of what they got so they gotta tote the Drake cause you always got pickpockets with switchblades and bad bitches that lick rockets for quick fades lotta enemies so they trick sockets playing the plug bitch ways to keep their gold and slick watches paying with muzzle stitched pain