Unfair Lottery - Horrorshow

Look up, the truth’s falling from the sky

The cup is overflowing and the river’s running dry

Command came down from up on high

Heard ringing out over the sound of battle cries

So I’m tryna break the cycle while my signs are still vital

Repent for every second that I stood by idle

Gather my disciples and listen for a while

As I ask you each now to bear witness to my trial

Half in denial that they don’t know just what it’s like

Being male, middle class and white (Just kidding right?)

As the art imitates life imitates art

I sit back and watch it all intertwine

Guilty of the crime of killing time

Dirty hands on the clock, minutes ticking by

So l stand up in the dock and I give 'em my testimonial

The rap quotable, master of the ceremonial, what

See I’d have this world believe that I’m a brave man

Someone worthy of your praise

But if I’d found my role to play within the game plan

Well, I’d take that to my grave

See I’d have this world believe that I’m a brave man

Yeah, someone worthy of your praise

But if I’d found my role to play within the game plan

Yeah, well, I’d take that to my grave

It’s an unfair lottery, self-fulfilling prophecy

Wading through the broken promises and lost property

Unfair lottery, self-fulfilling prophecy

Wading through the broken promises and lost property

So what’s your lot in life?

While some are spending long nights on the street, alone under the watchful eye

Of CCTV

Seems you can either have a silver spoon or be a mouth to feed

I see the light dying out beyond the horizon’s edge

Some are watching through the silhouette of a barbed wire fence

Counting the days and tryna make some sense

Of a world that never came to their defence

For nothing but the crime of running for their lives

Escaping war and unrest, while we’re numb inside

So we keep our lips sealed while they hunger strike

Like Mr Kelly once said yo, such is life

So on the days when I catch myself slipping away for a minute there

Stuck on self pity, tripping off what is or isn’t fair

I remind myself to be prepared

Every ticket’s got a buyer beware

None of this can be undone, it’s one part luck, one part fate

From the top of the ladder to the bottom rung

Truth is l ain’t that brave

But a lot of heroes go unsung

None of this can be undone it’s one part luck, one part fate

From the top of the ladder to the bottom rung

Victims of circumstance, deserving a chance

And only ever got one (Only got one)

See I’d have this world believe that I’m a brave man

Someone worthy of your praise

But if I’d found my role to play within the game plan

Well, I’d take that to my grave

See I’d have this world believe that I’m a brave man

Yeah, someone worthy of your praise

But if I’d found my role to play within the game plan

Yeah, well, I’d take that to my grave

It’s an unfair lottery, self-fulfilling prophecy

Wading through the broken promises and lost property