Trail of Lies

In the land of make believe you are all mine

In the land of make believe I'm doing fine

In the land of make believe you are all mine

In the land of make believe I'm doing fine

Turn the television off cousin

That ain't nothin for a girl to see

I got a niece, an best believe she mean the world to me

She don't need to see the shit they think a girl should be

90 pound, skinny bitch; that ain't even girl to me

Esentially that shit, design and take a hold of you

Telling lies, take your vision, take control of you

Their finding different ways to take your fuck'n soul from you

Show about a model make your self asteem low for you

Everything is fake, trust me; no one that lovely

I met a lot of famous people and they're fat and ugly

I ain't any better, I just think the fact is funny

That they'll take a little girl and pimp her for the cash and money

And what's gonna become of them, in like 50 years

When Hannah Montana turnin' into Brittney Spears

They chew you up and spit you out cause no one really cares

And ain't no body gonna hold you when your really scared

Where the parents at, cousin this is really bad

Is this the motherfucking manager or really dad?

Is he concerned about his daughter or his silly pad?

This ain't gonna change nothin, I just think it's really sad

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In the land of make believe you are all mine

In the land of make believe I'm doing fine

In the land of make believe you are all mine

In the land of make believe I'm doing fine

[Verse 2: Vinnie Paz]

Turn the television off cousin

It's a tool for them to clog the mind

Conservitism, liberalism, they divide the line

The natural feelings of a child is to be calm and kind

Then they show you ads for the marines, when they decide it's time

So they can send you to a war, behind their fog of pride

Then send you home in a limo but not provide a dime

And the news tell you, "cops is on the block for people"

I'm a put it simple and plain: cops is evil

Take the television show, cops, for example

That's the shit they want america to watch and sample

Never showing you how dirty that they really is

And that they hide behind their badge, and that they're really bitch

I ain't never met a pig in my life

That I ain't wanna catch his body on the jig of my knife

That's another fuck'n topic for another day

I'm a tell you how they try to get you in another way

They tell you that there's something wrong with you; you need their drugs

But their ain't nothing fucking wrong with you, they're being thugs

They sell drugs in commercials, at the same time

Lock a motherfucker up for the same crime

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In the land of make believe you are all mine

In the land of make believe I'm doing fine

In the land of make believe you are all mine

In the land of make believe I'm doing fine