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High thoughts
If his is the word of God, why do I not tremble?
Why does he not represent a father figure symbol?
Why am I intolerant and why do I get angry?
If I do wrong lord why can he incascerate me?
You gave me free will
You gave me temptation
You ask me to repent or to burn when it's taken
In a world full of desirable things, it's sensational
Got my demons of want hungry, hunger insatiable-
Ego inflatable
step to the plate
just air
straight to my brain
Step up your game
One last kiss goodbye
Back track to the time we got Jordan's sister high
Twisted pine
fist full of spliffs get it lit we gone hit the sky
Fix the light
you're not thinking right
a guy
in correct mind
would have never picked a fight
Guess I'm quite fried and tired of living to better lives
of white collared white guys
Why can't we all share the nice life
It's not like picking rights over the last slice
You tyrants are playing with people of your own kind
Is cause we did something wrong?
You ain't doing right.
Right by yourselves while kids starve until they die
And yet another terrorist suicide
So you have anti nuke bunkers
incase of mass genocide
And we idolise the people that line these guys thighs with plenty of bucks,
but who gives 2 fucks,
having family and friends is "enough"
Till we become nutrients and dust
Why does he not represent a father figure symbol?
Why am I intolerant and why do I get angry?
If I do wrong lord why can he incascerate me?
You gave me free will
You gave me temptation
You ask me to repent or to burn when it's taken
In a world full of desirable things, it's sensational
Got my demons of want hungry, hunger insatiable-
Ego inflatable
step to the plate
just air
straight to my brain
Step up your game
One last kiss goodbye
Back track to the time we got Jordan's sister high
Twisted pine
fist full of spliffs get it lit we gone hit the sky
Fix the light
you're not thinking right
a guy
in correct mind
would have never picked a fight
Guess I'm quite fried and tired of living to better lives
of white collared white guys
Why can't we all share the nice life
It's not like picking rights over the last slice
You tyrants are playing with people of your own kind
Is cause we did something wrong?
You ain't doing right.
Right by yourselves while kids starve until they die
And yet another terrorist suicide
So you have anti nuke bunkers
incase of mass genocide
And we idolise the people that line these guys thighs with plenty of bucks,
but who gives 2 fucks,
having family and friends is "enough"
Till we become nutrients and dust
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