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The Upset
I see right through the fabric of time
the mistress of the minutes like wearin' silk lookin' fine
blowin' my mind
right before my eyes
I see all these lows; all these highs
it is all an illusion
relative to the way we live it's just to ease the confusion
so our lives have no intrusions
we embrace our delusions
People who talk that shit about religion
but truth is nobody has real facts on which one is and which one isnt
only things we do got is public schools pain clinics rehabs and prisons
and a misguided hope that there is yet a god who has not yet risen
from birth yall were conditioned
and you mad about it yet so you go ham on erybody else who simply hasnt been christened
that is preach of higher ways then hate on anybody else who isnt christian
well im here with real high ways keep your mind fried for days with this bit of fucked up wisdom
straight risen is the kingdom from god im out on a mission
the end of days your deepest darkest prayers have come to fruition
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