"The Masks We Wear"

"The Masks We Wear"

Written by Chi Money

covered beauty, Maybelene

our styles soul, is ankle deep

fake faces, can hold up a lie

and pass judgement in a roll of an eye

we live under these masks, to blanket the flaws

putting to rest the emotions we hate face'n at all

boss steady trippin, got em pissed n embarrassed

he'll smile wit an animal instinct, grin it n bear it

to get those trips as an heiress, tickets to Paris

visioned since a kid when he lived wit his parents

but he hated these masks, that weighed his emotions

which made him more then two faced wit his notions

now mainly devoted to maintaining his focus

in a texas hold'em tournement, contiplating his motives

was dealt a bad hand, but still raised the risk

chasing charades, taking every players chips

limits would double until their image was humbled

vintage in an instant from the minute he hustled

but still starved for power.. took the cash of weak souls

saw his darkest hours.. through a mask wit three holes

he opens his eyes, to tunnel vision

and black clouds the sun'll live in

light to the touch, blind to whats real

as deep dark secrets, he tries to unveal

he then met a girl, wit a face of an angel

who would get laid out from Cain cuz she's Abel

changed up her angle.. n he saw a new side

through the perspective lost in the softest blue eyes

these masks he tries to dicipher, dying beside her

slips on another fighting the fire, he'd light n inspire

now shes cutting it close, in a surgeons mask

with his feelings on the table she was workin at

deep down he hurt, his soul opened in part

as there was nothin to cover the hole in his heart

the doctor of love couldn't patch em up risk free

cuz these layers we put on... are only skin deep

the makers of these masks, pattened a killin

he was the robin to the batman, but acted a villian

always played bad to the bone, so it was no wonder

the mask didnt fit accordingly with his very own structure

ego's cover made him feel bad ass

but there was nothin to touch his olive skin

as he gasps from his last mask,

that was pumpin him up.. wit oxygen