Death Messiah 2012
You can run on for a long time
Sooner or later gonna cut you down
Did protons and electrons create the earth?
Or did Allah meditate and create his birth?
Is everyday in this place a curse?
Or should I pray on my
Knees and embrace it's dirt?
I don't know if there's a reason I'm here
I feel the only thing that's driving
Me is reason and fear
And seeing death to me conceiveably near
So I don't give a fuck what you
Think bout me reachin for beer
I don't worry anymore about
What my friends do
I have a more urgent matter to attend to
Is there something there bigger when
I die and vanish?
That weaves everyone and everything
Into a canvas?
I'm not smart enough to think
I have a resolution i'll never be a man
With mediocre constitution
My father told me that
Blood and power intoxicate
And that tearity is a product
Of his fathers hate
I recognize the guilt and the
Sins of the father
And recognized what's built and what
Stems from the author
Understand man is not a machine
He needs a surface and a purpose
And a reason for being
Either way I'm going to stick with my fam'
Regardless if that's a dream
Of a ridiculous man
And I'm becoming more indifferent every day
So naturally all of the feelings faded away
Some of the things I said I hated to say
But blame yourself mother fucker you
Made it this way
I don't think I would even if
I was able to stay
I don't think you could I would
Sit to the angles and pray
But everybody's got to deal with theyself
If they cut another throat
For the material wealth
If it's a problem are you man
Enough to deal with the hell?
Or are you destined for the
Darkness of concealing yourself?
Trying to deal with the thirty-four
Years spent in prison
Not the physical because of existentialism
Backed myself into a
Previously lead deposition
When all I ever had to do
Is just repent and listen
Why can't everybody leave me alone
I'm the only one who'd really need
To see that I've grown
You ain't smart enough to see what I know
Like to stab myself and let me
Fuckin bleed til' I go
But I'm too scared what would
Happen on the other side
Trying to fight the good fight
How many of us died?
I don't know if I trust the
People that hang with me
Is it god, or is it the big bang theory?
I know some really good people
And they slang near me
But I don't think that comically
They should hang really
Thirty-four years I don't have peace yet
And I ain't get out of the
Belly of the beast yet