Hollow Shell (Cash Clutch) Illogic

[Verse 1: Illogic]

I'm stuck in an emotional valley with melancholy
Wandering this wilderness with Gilgamesh
Baring a basket of berries rotted to the pits
Hobbling through stretches of sand dunes
Stand consumed by a walking stick
Surrounded by a desert of waste
Searching for some clear liquid to mirage the dirt taste
I'm too overwhelmed to control the helm
As the sun smiles battled in old time
I'm using my shadow as a sun dial
I don't hold the energy to run around
It was lost in those seven digits
Where I scattered my baby pictures
In order to leave a small trace of face
And for predecessors to know that Illogic
Once held rank in this place
I await to be devoured by the beast of the industry
Where the goddess of lust speaks sweet nothings tempting me
Where identity crisis is the norm
And where we only know ourselves on stage
But we forget after we perform
Where blood and smoke screens cloak the inner discontent
Where compensation for your due payments are overspent
Where image is everything and your thirst no longer matters
Where we can't stand our true selves so mirror images shatter
Where life is no longer a blessing but a curse and
Where Hip-Hop music is no longer fun but work
Where life becomes a dream and reality doesn't exist
And surrealism is the poison that you clutch in each fist