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TRUTH SERUM

You can't deny
You can't deny I'm looking pretty fly, ain't I?
And uhm... since I'm so fly
I'll bring you some plane truth

Open your eyes it's the season of the witch
There's witch hunting?
Which gadget fully fulfils my wish
Which system sustains my glow and ascertains me of several likes
It's the season of the wishful thinkers winning lottos in their dreams and going live to feed the netizens with lies of "can you imagine I just invested a dollar?"
Grass is no longer greener on the other side--just well filtered.

Open your eyes

Open your eyes its the season of the witch
It's a era of go to bed poor wake up rich
Dung beetle effect has got people living double,
Gullible to any prospect of money
It doesn't matter who died, as long as the end justifies the means
This means you can be as mean as you can be, the goal is to win and create memes.
Tell me why you still trust the process.
Open your eyes.

Tell me why shiko never came home last night
Shiko stayed at a friend's house for one night
Then nights became weeks and weeks begot the news of parts of a Jane doe scattered all over town
But was it Jane though?
Tell me why.
In this era of digital boom, we still can't capture the suspect, only the victim
Hello, where is Humanity? I must have missed him.
Maybe I should open my eyes

Open your eyes it's the season of the witch
It's the reason I preach,
The sessions I teach are the reason for detentions I have been
The tension I bring is per the truth that I seek
I'm sick.
Sick and tired of watching news of my missing brothers
They can't stop the kids from doing right so they are using mothers
Just for speaking the truth, so many children are losing fathers
Abused and shattered--we can't speak, for fear of a haunting shadow
For fear of the unknown, they keep us in shackles

Open your eyes it's the season of the witch
Don't go losing your life in church in search of a new life,
In the desperate search for truth we start believing new lies
You get bit then start asking who let the dogs out, well, it's you guys
If my God is better than your God then I feel superior
This my God is better than your God contest is immaterial
There's only one God

Open your eyes it's the season of the witch
The era where the streets are wired, shhhhh.....
One whisper in the wrong ear
Will be the last whisper you ever hear
Our blue wall, has become a fortress of fear,
Where silence is golden, and voices disappear.
They call us armed and dangerous, just because we march and chant with our fists raised to the skies
Yeah, that's a threat to uncovering their lies

Open your eyes
Serve and protect is serving us death and neglect,
Pulling strings of power while tightening nooses around our necks.
The badge isn’t justice; it’s a mask for their sins,
Where every blue uniform hides the wolves within.
When they pull us over, lights flash and truth fade very fast,
The only rights we get read are fictional drafts.
Handcuffs on our wrists, like bracelets of despair,
They chain us to silence—freedom gasps for air ----
This----
This isn’t justice served; it’s a cold dish of deceit,
Where the streets get swept, but the dirt’s never at their feet.
So open your eyes young man
Open your eyes cause it's the season of witch

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