Further From The Truth Lyrics - Singles - Blaze Ya Dead Homie

(Blaze) 

My styles are Grundy, gritty and crusted with mold 

My body is a shell, inside is a tortured soul 

Waiting to grab a hold, of everything you that know 

And casually throw it all right out the window 

I return from the beyond again, with a shovel on my shoulder 

And a photograph of him, from the dark, backwards 

counter-clockwards, 

A lot of the words that I said, they went unheard 

Buried in the casket, tucked under the earth 

For so long, with hopes that no one would get hurt, 

from this raging retard 

Riddled with bullet holes, when you're different, 

that's how it goes 

I understand, do you? 

If you were in a situation, that's mine 

You'd probably go on, pretending everything is fine 

But that, phony feeling couldn't be further from truth 

When your on your back, in a coffin, wearing a suit 

(Chorus 2x) 

When your on your back, in a coffin, wearing a suit 

That phony feeling, couldn't be further from truth 

Dirty like the earth, And young bitches that lift skirts 

To pay college funds, or get they nails done 

We all human, got to do, what we gotta to do 

From flipping a couple birds, to turning a trick or two 

Or slapping a trick or three, for imitating a G 

Rapping in the mirror, while they bumping my LP 

Imitation is flattery, that what they tell me 

But you ain't thug, you can't sell me, nope 

(Chorus 4x) 

When your on your back, in a coffin, wearing a suit 

That phony feeling, couldn't be further from truth 

A beautiful bowl of spread with lilies and orchids 

A mortician playing your song upon the organ 

I'll smash in your casket in with a sledgehammer 

At this point now the anger is all that really matters 

Busted the clock, threw the numbers away in my dreams 

So I'm haunted by new miracle messages, what do they mean? 

Whatever it is, is probably wrong 

There's a hole in my head, and thoughts do linger too long 

And then I get branded as a walking mistake 

And all I wanted was a piece of the cake, and some ice cream 

Would a nice dream like a vacation from nightmares? 

Speaking on deaf ears to people who don't really care 

We throw it all away in garbage, bring it back 

Clean it up after the commentary and serve us a track 

What ever they want they gonna get, that's besides the point 

Meanwhile many motherfuckers platinum off of club joints 

And it's all fucked up right now 

And it's all fucked up right now 

And it's all fucked up right now 

When your on your back in a coffin wearing a suit 

(Chorus 4x) 

When your on your back, in a coffin, wearing a suit 

That phony feeling, couldn't be further from truth