Texty: Choking Victim. Squatta's Paradise (EP). Born To Die.

Born to die and you get to sit and watch yer t.v. set believe the lies before yer eyes
credit cards & apple pies 50 stars to blind yer eyes
13 stripes to hypnotize free thought is gone
you'll never see yer just a pawn you'll die tomorrow but today yer empty dreams just fade away evaporate, dissolve to hate while you survive and wait until a lifeless fate
yer stupid lives just piddle on you slave fer others and then your gone
i just can't escape the lying the moment we are born we're dying (and it's) such an ugly sight we have no rights
we have no future no reasons why
just born to die yer dumb self can't appreciate the freedom in my thought the weak sense of autonomy when i'm tripping in my squat that empty void was never filled but the dreams of others you helped kill you'll justify, will linger on but dontcha know that dreams all die the day yer born there is no god
there's only ignorant bliss no reasons why
were born to die (just born to die) gone to be, god is dead, lies & truth are in my head yer history, economy, soeciety
it isn't me, it's all on you reality, it's whatcha do, it's whatcha make
the truth in lies the freedom dies, the mind it numbs, the spirit breaks (with) all our rights
it kills our future our reasons why
we're born to die (just born to die)