Verse 1:

put me in a broken home ill turn it to a mansion, a palace
give me a dirty cup ill turn it into lil jon's chalice

balance of power ruins these minds of weaker people
who doesn't see beneath this surface there's greater evil

like the moment you shine, every moment that your famous
the game is confusing, using you, jokers in a circus

nowadays i'm nervous when the purpose is defeated
believing in something bigger is just bound to be deleted

expecting something different is the outcome of insanity
happily ever after the nevers of reality

peace and love and all the good things above
in containers of a drug like an opium

overdose to focus, my emotion, my motive, my hesitation
like guns, locked and loaded, send a communication

and the message it begins, "should a Dark Knight rise,
even superhero's fall, every man has a price"

Hook:

in this day... where every man goes blind
the only thing you see is, what you left behind
in this day... where the sun don't shine
a bullet in your head is what, crossed your mind

Verse 2:

now is it my position to tell you what you should listen to
is information granted to topple the ones on top of you

if knowledge is power then the root of all evil
are people who makes comparisons between fair and equal

so judge and jury, and hypocritiques in the pack
what goes around will come around and stab you in the back

surely as i know it, its maybe my new lowest
the closer the oppurtunity comes i run over it

spinning the wheels of destiny, never to hit the lottery
lot of luck involved with physical technicalities

barely bury the very truth we deny
for moments of happiness several seconds of sunshine

like rolling the dice, everybody gets a numb3r
and the bottom of the roll gets delivered in a gutter

its butter to a knife like a shadow to a light
and the only thing you change is the outcome of your life

Hook:

in this day... where every day goes night
you can never take back, what you take from life
in this day... as you hold this knife
you're a puppet on a string, can't control your life

Verse 3:

if its fame and fortune the money that really matters most
then paper trails are nothing like catching another friendly ghost

this parasite and host are like a banquet to the toast
closest things in common are the bullets from your throats

so user beware, use of immediate software
attracts a bad attention like appliance of spyware

and everybody knows the only way to keep a secret, the secret
is kill the memory before it gets repeated

don't wanna be reminded of finding a different mindstate
state of mind is missing when there's nothing in the bank

the tank is half empty, putting pressure on the gas
and the only question now, how long will i last

its a mountain of a drive, and im barely at the median
God is this a joke, you must be a comedian

cuhz every other path and with every other way
comes 25 to life and forever and a day

Hook:

in this day... where you wish to die
and the memories you hold can't be kept alive
and this day... hope it ends tonight
but you know that this day is 25 to life