Mirage by Grits Lyrics

First you see it, then you don't, (a mirage)
Hoping, when I get up close, it's a colourful collage
Far off it looks real, (a mirage)
Candy to the eye disappears
First you see it, then you don't, (a mirage)
Hoping, when I get up close, it's a colourful collage
Far off it looks real, (a mirage)
Candy to the eye disappears

Nah, girl, chill, it ain't even like that
I know them other brothers front, and know they mode as a fact
I used to be like that, a long time ago
Sunday-school Mac pushing up on every sister
Intact at the choir shows, dripping silk clothes like a pimp
With gold chains dangling, Polo scents strangling
A wolf in sheep's clothing, in the mould of crooked preachers
Using pick up likes like, "Let me touch ya, and agree with ya"
On subject matters in life you found to be your weaknesses
In ignorance revealed, I used them as my strength
On occasion, in my game, I speak the truth to get closer to you
Abusing trust from desires of lust
So watch your back sisters, don't be victims, falling like prey
Caught in traps from Jack the Ripper, crosses boundaries you lay
Is his display is not the essence, that of Christ in your sight, he may very well be seduction
Your destruction in life
First you see it, then you don't, (a mirage)
Hoping, when I get up close, it's a colourful collage
Far off it looks real, (a mirage)
Candy to the eye disappears
First you see it, then you don't, (a mirage)
Hoping, when I get up close, it's a colourful collage
Far off it looks real, (a mirage)
Candy to the eye disappears

Nothing's real anymore; what's everything fake for?
It makes more doubt, engulf the stance we chose to take
Sliding, slithering snakes raise the stakes, (mirage)
Time for Grits to make the ground quake

Falsehoods, deceptions, wool pulled over eyes
Sunday morning - dazed and hypnotised by facades and lies
Corruption breeding hounds of hell
Bounds and spells, disastrous endings
You wolf in sheep's pretending, offending
I find your accolades to be gut-wrenching
Ripping me inside, into the life-style tribe
I'm hitting on the flimsy-handed, limp-wristed
Complicating life from simplistic
Not lashing out to be sadistic, but my bible totally contradicts your kind of sickness
My Lord destroyed whole cities for your type of wickedness
You people are getting me stressed with your best-dressed contest
Sporting brooches, giving it up like robbed stage-coaches
Gaining notoriety, Christian society not fly to me
I know what's going on, opposite of what you try to be
People are talking, and what you do reflects on all of us
"A hypocritical citadel" is what they're calling all of us
First you see it, then you don't, (a mirage)
Hoping, when I get up close, it's a colourful collage
Far off it looks real, (a mirage)
Candy to the eye disappears
First you see it, then you don't, (a mirage)
Hoping, when I get up close, it's a colourful collage
Far off it looks real, (a mirage)
Candy to the eye disappears

Nothing's real anymore; what's everything fake for?
It makes more doubt, engulf the stance we chose to take
Sliding, slithering snakes raise the stakes

First you see it, then you don't, (a mirage)
Hoping, when I get up close, it's a colourful collage
Far off it looks real, (a mirage)
Candy to the eye disappears
First you see it, then you don't, (a mirage)
Hoping, when I get up close, it's a colourful collage
Far off it looks real, (a mirage)
Candy to the eye disappears