Breziboy - Irony Lyrics

Of course
There's better days
Sipping lemonade
Like a renogade
Two cents short of the accolade
Standing undismayed
In another age
Now were digging up dirt with a dirty blade
From a dirty spade
Man made
Cause another hand grenade
Call it self crusade
Homemade
And were gonna need a whole lotta band aids
Now what am I saying
Displaying with this arty art
Hearty smart when the lines come apart
My lines are pointing to other times
When other rhymes
Would speak of a different lives
That actually make you feel good inside
Like lift me up
Don't praise the cup
Set me up
For a little peace
Don't mess me up
A game of fame
Till death
Consumes your name
Why should I follow the grave?

I see these days
I see this age
Not one just for playing it
The sweeter the taste
The stronger the hate
The rules are obeying it
The higher we go as a people
With our heads in the clouds
The lower that we see the steeple
Our faith in the ground

Our faith in the ground
Might as well put our faith into the crowds
Cause the masses of people are writing my story have yet to have let me down
Is that right?
Cause when I was sick masses of people were showing up at my doorstep
Oh yeah?
And when I was in need
People pulled out there Louis Vuitton wallets and offered me some
Nope
There is a mentality that all is good if you go with society
But tell me some
Why if society is steadily dying and you will just follow what irony
Irony irony I'm running I'm running
I'm running outta time
To change around my side
I say I'm on the grind
But I'm just afraid to shine
How bout the other guys?
How should I feel inside?
Taking a leap like faith
But I just can't trust my God
I just can't be myself
Feel like a real fraud
I say forget all this shiny prize
Pockets are stuffed with pride
See how these days will play
Emotions are on display
Hypocrites takeaway
How can I portray
Truth if
People say
Truth is dead today
I gotta pray
I gotta think
I gotta pray

I see these days
I see this age
Not one just for playing it
The sweeter the taste
The stronger the hate
The rules are obeying it
The higher we go as a people
With our heads in the clouds
The lower that we see the steeple
Our faith in the ground