Testo: Mars Ill. Backbreakanomics. Next Door.

(Verse #1)
If the eyes are the windows of the soul, then the mouth is the door/
Where the pieces exit freely way beyond your control/
And they?re not yours anymore. Walk tall in bent stride/
And propaganda lies on the gentle side of genocide/
Words are used, broken, twisted and misquoted/
The gossip was probably true the first time somebody told it/
And slander?s just a well-intentioned public exposition/
That should have been handled man to man as something different/
The bum decisions are done and repeated like that/
Bite my tongue in half as an example of how to fight back/
Write raps and raise a family. Build with the like-minded/
Honor hides itself in strange faces. I?m always glad to find it/
I?m reminded of the wonder of this world in which we live/
How we kill ourselves to have but find freedom when we give/
Climb reason and forgive in a quest for all that is/
I?m standing right beside you ?cause this is where I live/

(Hook)
I?m the voice in the distance, the image in the foreground/
Don?t have much, but what?s mine is yours now/
Can?t put your finger on it, but you?ve seen me around/
Wherever you?re at, I?m just a couple doors down/
(Repeat)

(Verse #2)
It?s like 4 in the morning and I?m still here/
Wasn?t ?til 3:45 that I started thinking clear/
Concern, anger, sadness, and now my heart is blinking tears/
Take these necessary steps to my art can reach my peers/
I?ve abused my voice so much that it?s hard to sing this year/
And my own songs can?t echo in my set of ringing ears/
Pages filled top to bottom with confidence and stinging fear/
That no one understands what I speak and they can?t hear/
So I?ll say it twice as loud and I?ll mean every word/
Can?t keep it in my mouth until their peace is disturbed/
From the least to the first, we can see where you hurt/
And we dedicate this now, every beat, every verse/
Every breath, every thought, every prayer, every stage/
Every show, every moment, every night, every day/
Everything that we say and everything that we do/
It?s dedicated to you. It?s dedicated to you?

(Hook)

(Verse #3)
The moments that I?m walking through affect the way I talk to you/
And this is what I?m called to do. It?s almost like I?m stalking you/
You?re tired of falling through the cracks from all the broken promises/
And it?s tough to hear the voice of reason through these busted monitors/
And as honest as I am, I can?t hide behind the facade/
I just wanna bring my people a little closer to God/
If I?m martyred on MARTA, it was probably my time/
But we?re here now, hands on, transforming your mind/
So if I ask you how you?re doing, don?t smile and say, ?Fine.?/
?Cause it?s written all over your face honey, and I ain?t blind/
Me and mine, we spill our guts, ?cause without it, we?d go nuts/
The music is therapeutic, so just let it pick you up/
And hold you tight. Move a little closer to the light/
Be careful when you listen ?cause it might just change your life/
And when you see me in the supermarket, just smile and say, ?Hello.?/
And add me to the list of all the people that you know?

(Hook)