Plantains

Can you see the mirage in your own entourage You think it aint real but just heal with massage But the tension is camouflaged by ego and applause No one fake gonna give you something real this isn't santa claus Whats real is eyeballs that melt in heated eyes Eyes that realize damn lies have been tried to much But when you stop feeding the lies lunch your soon to realize Hunches of liars will eventually get tired of Playing to many games It doesn't need to be the same True Love over fame Im a eat a plantain Playing to many games It doesn't need to be the same True Love over fame Im a eat a plantain Are you miserable living in your miracles Cynical type of spiritual being Breeding Mob mentality and Seeing loves fatality While living in a Dividing society Where greed holds a ransom on inner peace From the billionaires that decide our equality For the silent enemies that blind love through money Conditioned us for companies not for charities When shit gets dark look inside for sincerity When two voices speak one odd one even One is an angel confessing their a demon I aint no damn machine Dont give yourself to these unnatural men, with machine minds and machine hearts He offered cures for uncureable diseases Playing to many games It doesn't need to be the same True Love over fame Im a eat a plantain