Malice Strikes - Fake Front Lyrics

You look at me straight in the eyes
Complete strangers, we are nothing alike
Preaching acceptance, such a nice guy
Relate to struggle like you earned your stripes
Learned to know better, I see right through the mask
Walk a mile in my shoes you wouldn't last a night bitch
Always talking shit behind closed doors
But won't say anything when I pull up to the show
It's safe to say that I came from a land
Where respect is earned, mom raised no bitch ass
Came from struggle there's no room for handouts
If I asked for help I wouldn't be where I'm at
That's what I think most of you lack
Want life to get better without moving a hand
I ain't no saint and sometimes I see gray
But always worked hard so it doesn't stay the same way