Which one are you?

I’m happy as a pig in shit
Or dirty as a cop doing hits for the mob
I’m elite street politician
Buying jets like evangelist Christians
I’m fake as fuck and yet you represent
Might as well put an “S” upon my chest
Break some laws, support no cause
I take your money to support my flaws
The man behind the booth casts his shadow over us
They lie with a smile and become public torturers
In the land of broken dreams and broken fables
We kill each other for some profit then eat upon the same table
The willing and the able
Cain and Abel, I got the Devil inside
And sure as shit will kill ya for the right price
I’m a God given gift, I spit for the living
So call me Genesis, I am the beginning
Holding an Excalibur mic
I killed King James in the name of Christ
Put his name in the bible and called it life
A piece of fiction, short stories written
To influence a generation malnourished but driven
This is whistleblower rap on a fucking speakerphone
Cut ya up good making weapons out your bones
Dedicate your body in the name of science
It’s the catharsis of minerals and vitamins
Provided by your cartilage, I’m a born-again artist
Slaves are made chasing paper mache
I’m miracle born from life and death
A combustive chemical compound threat
Urban legends are impressive to me
Creating fallacies for the weak to consume like wheat
I make em drop like ketamine
Fucked up like the human centipede
Fiends feed addiction to addicts
Loudmouth politicians turn fascist
I’m in a whole different realm
Freedom of speech
I speak to be free of hell
Break out this fucking cage
We all locked up
Never question just obey
Like a good robot
Fall to your knees and watch them sit on top
But I refuse to live a life from inside of a box
I commence to use this knife
And chop, chop, chop
Sit back, laugh and watch your fucking body rot