The Sermon of Mr. Brimstone Pt. 15 (The Living Crime)

 “Those who jumped from the World Trade Center on 9/11
Committing suicide are denied the glories of heaven,
 “Just because there’re asses didn’t want to burn
So you’re telling me a place in hell is what they earn?

 “If so, divine love is foul as buried cat shit
And God’s grace and mercy is worthless as dried piss,
 ‘True words and real Brimstone talk
Because if you don’t like MOTHERFUCKA YOU CAN WALK,

 “From a pushing pussy to graveyard dirt we are contained
One from possible want while the other possible pain,
 “Caused by love or hate that feeds agonizing stress
Considered strong emotions that will never give our souls rest,

 “The blueprint of loss is usually imprinted by tragedy
With the way we act emotionally, being not a mystery,
 “Putting ourselves on speed dial for the Devil’s hotline
Because he is nourished from misery, lost hope and dying,

 “The spit of life sometimes eliminate our sight
Like a dirty motherfucka in a fist fight,
 “An ass whooping we might have to unwantedly bite
With our end game is staring at the hospital light,

 ‘Upon release some of us will act the goddamn same
And once again getting torn out the motherfuckin frame,
 “When it’s over we’re wearing three shoes real fast
Two on our feet and one knee deep in the ass,

 “We are a bad combination like ex-lax and hallucinogenic acid
Now every day we experience unnecessary psychedelic shit,
 “Wiping away the spiritual, emotional and physical foul
And if too much, the weak motherfucka reach for that suicide towel,
 
 “To many, continued breathing is considered a living crime
But it’s not, when they justify war-nicknamed ‘killing time’,
 “Remember, racism exist, but a means for others to discriminate
Unknown to the stupid, life regardless of race, will decimate”.