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The Sermon of Mr. Brimstone Pt. 18 (Dirty Tomorrows)

 “Like Mexicans, for a better life we cross the border
Sometimes leaving mother, father, son or daughter,
 “Upon familiar, but now distant shores
Emotionally fucked like street walking whores,

 “But like the Anti-Christ motherfuckas don’t wanna hear this
Because the truth in their mouth taste like warm piss,
 “Unable to stop the everyday flowing golden galore
Now we’re on our hands and knees vomiting on the floor,

 “Not on that fuck level as the US coup of the Venezuela government
Who bitch about a Russian election interference-what a fucking hypocrite,
 “America need to realize civil foreign affairs is not their concern
I guess with Vietnam and the Middle East the motherfuckas will never learn,

 “On Earth itself or in the unknown afterlife
Strife is always ripe as we are bitch penetrated by the divine knife,
 “Either by the Devil’s pitchfork or Gabriel’s blazing sword
From our Eve-like temptations and blaspheming God’s word,

 “With our cross to bear being a bullet proof vest
Because dirty tomorrows are filled with uncertainty and unrest,
 “Like mass starvations in the land of Yemen
To genocidal rape of African Rwandan women,

 “We all become KKK when paramedics cover us with the white
Now try riding that shit out in the middle of the night,
 “Like I say unconscious motherfuckas always lose the will to fight
Hiding within their subconscious like a vampire avoiding light,

 “On the real we’re all disintegrating from the surrounding radioactive storm
Catching microwaved money shots like X-rated porn,
 “Then we must learn how to move before the shit fly
Or receive the full load straight in the eye,

 “Some say what I write is what I may sow
Then like cum it will flow-as it fills up those who don’t know,
 “Impregnating motherfuckas with the seed of my Brimstone sermon
So fuck going to the doctor to ease the inevitable burnin”.
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