Blessed be the blind for they find true beauty.
Blessed be the deaf for they feel this song.
Blessed be the music cause it is not empty.
Blessed be those who be doing us wrong. (2x)

Ooh, aah…mirage. (2x)

[Verse 1]
Feet cold, line slow, everybody at the door.
Judiciary system missing on all pistons.
Cash comes in and who gets it?
One mission: make a man rich.
Hard earned Benjamin's,
Dead presidents setting precedence.
A vicious cycle at idle,
Recycled time and again.
People’s only sin.
Pocket book is thin and thinned out.
Taxes, tickets, business ran by bigots.
Crooked cops supply lawyers no witness.
Suburban drug lords not guilty.
No suspicion, license is suspended.

Ooh, aah…mirage.

[Verse 2]
Common folk laugh,
But listen with their ear to the ground
And a feel for how their supposed to live:
It's loud, proud, now.
Time’s only ticking, taking,
Taming everything but the sun.
Ignorance exchanged for guns.
Christians killing sons, daughters, and all alike.
Muslims claiming eye for the eye.
The Buddha gets blazed, wrong place, wrong time.

Ooh, aah…mirage. (2x)
Blessed be the blind for they find true beauty.
Blessed be the deaf for they feel this song.
Blessed be the music cause it is not empty.
Blessed be those who be doing us wrong. (2x)

[Chorus]
Pen pusher pimping your paradise.
Taking what they want, they don't ask twice.
Pen pusher pimping your foreign land.
Fucking who they can and who they can't. (2x)

[Verse 3]
Lies stacked underneath deceit.
Under that is discreet
Homelessness in the streets,
Swept away like they sweep
Manicured sidewalks.
No food to eat,
Stomach rumbles.
Avoid those who lay cold on the cold concrete.
Homicide by society.
Technologically advanced.
Living in the past.
Pass the judgment then the hat.
Faces laced with tire tracks.
Shit don't add up.
You can do the math.
Meth, cocaine, crack addict,
Support a habit that will never last
Long enough to gain another one.
Money's never won.
Bills swayed hand to hand.
Pen pusher pimpin’ foreign land.
Pen pusher treating people like a paper weight.
Smell of death around them.
Yes it emanates.

Ooh, aah…mirage.

Blessed be the blind for they find true beauty.
Blessed be the deaf for they feel this song.
Blessed be the music cause it is not empty.
Blessed be those who be doing us wrong. (2x)

[Chorus]

[Verse 4]
Nobody told you it was the one runner,
But your up all night.
Worked, break your back, berserk.
Mind faltering fast.
How long will it last, you ask.
Pass on that chick.
Trickle on down,
Sucking on primo’s nads now.
Wish you would of had El Doctor
Riding horizontal.
It's the fad,
Best woman beg for that one night stand.
Think your better than me?
Your shaking in my clamps.
My finger fucking evolved.
Orgasm guaranteed.
Panties back, think I'm good at doing that?
Release the clothing, induce the moaning.
C'mon we free flowing up in the club.
What you didn't know it was F to the O to the Dub.

Blessed be the blind for they find true beauty.
Blessed be the deaf for they feel this song.
Blessed be the music cause it is not empty.
Blessed be those who be doing us wrong. (2x)


Written by Kyle Daniel Moon
Copyright: Fish Out of Water 2010 // RoPhunk RaeHop Publishing