Your religion is allegiance to the legion
The spirit in thee has me feeling paraplegic
The spirits I down in this cold world are needed
In place of the whole hugs, gold rugs, and you know what I'm meaning
Tough luck I'm in it for more than a minute
With critics and gimmicks who claim to be Riddles
It is ridiculous how the truths tickle us and we laugh at it
Overdose on the weaknesses of crack addicts
Asthmatics losing breaths being arse manics
Working these fingers to the bone to be class average
Hijacking my destiny with a hook for a hand, past habits and a stick for a leg
Maybe now mothers' teachings will stick to my head
As I beat myself dead, flagellate the Lord's temple 'cause I learn he loves blood
You murderers!
I'm pro life and God is pro choice
My intentions make you wonder how I scream with no voice
How I smile to the growl of the vultures on the prowl
How I made it to a man in the likeness of a child
I don't boast, I don't brag, never dosed though I sag
To be blunt never tasted a blunt but a fag
Deep in my ways morals slipping away
Sitting as prey offering sickening prayers predating predators
...saying God is a pimp
He walks with a limp, Cobain with the cane and mean
In pain I admit the wrong friends made me make the mistakes
And I take every lesson learned in stride
As I strive to be a better man, better than my father and his
Reaching for the outstretched hand before fathering kids
Taking the mind further, treacherous journey indeed in the empire state
Where my entire state of mind' mindful of being fire draped
I might get loved more if I pledge hate pound for pound to that brewing in the heart of a youngin
Thuggin, drinking and druggin
Babbling dreaming of Babylon where I belong
I've got the gift of tongues, she's got the gift of thongs
We've got the gift of wrongs, the reoccurring theme of this psalm.
# S.F. #WrongPsalm
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