Do you ever feel like your life is a puzzle

A thousand tiny pieces adding up to your struggle

Guess what? we all feel that way.

Like your life is being molded only it's not you with the clay
So what's there to do? Rebel or give in.

You know that a fight means you might lose some men.

Think, are your soldiers really yours?

Are they loyal to their cores?

Can you afford to lose what might not be yours?

I've been told losing some shit might open some doors

I theorize though that is bullshit.

Physics certainly doesn't support it.

They must have had some dope ass lines of religion they've been snorting.

So lay out all your pieces of the puzzle, find the corners.

Be prepared for what you'll see, every life exhibits horrors.

Don't be derailed if it's some demons that you see

Hang those motherfukers with a Lynch rope from a tree

Demons have no power, they are bitches, they are weak.

They will fade and die if you deprive them of pratique.

But you got this, be you, go live, build your puzzle

If you try, you'll be great despite being muggle.