EMPTY PROMISES

Leave em' facing the floor stiff you can't phase me I roll pain in black,

blazing more shit up than a crazy pyromaniac/

A pack a matches back in 83' enslaving me,

Crack em' in a patch of dry grass,

& laugh at people trying to save a tree/

Now people think Im hailing Satan see,

the truth of the matter is Christ for kids failed at saving me/

(Fable)fake buddies, bible camp study,

Earning badges but I'd rather beat you

with the book until my hands bloody/

Born with the darkness, born with the curses,

Trying to shed some light reciting passages & verses/

I'd kneel and prey at the side of my bed,

And beg, the holy light, to put a sign in my head/

Just another black void transforms the stark blasphemer,

still stuck traveling with my dark passenger/

He's planning massacres and plotting with the swiftness,

Scribbling in blood, jotting kids down on the shit list/

Pass another year, the older I get, the more evil I feel,

Trying to get a grip but he's the one holding the steering wheel/

I'd hit the brakes but he silencing my will,

Ain't got no license to drive but got a license to kill/

Then I found the ill green around the age of fourteen,

& now I'm thinking about killing a lot less more teens/

Still diseased with the anti-terrene,

But when I'm cooking B.T.s I'm feeling plenty serene/

Brain still painting scenes that are sick and obscene,

The macabre in my frontal lobe be picking my dreams/

Rest and I slip in slumber fall right there,

Blessed with a bliss that you people call nightmares/

But these are heavenly delights in my minds eye,

Curb em' with the herb I'm lighting siphoning a blind high/

Guiding light, but your God is mighty ominous,

I sit and think about this, all the empty promises/




The government tried to police pot, fuck what the police thought,

I'd love to raid their evidence rooms and blaze what the police got/

Censor my thoughts & my freedom of speech?

Living like its Marshall Law but who's policing the police?/

My mouthpiece spit the raw illest context,

Trying to play God, but you got a Godzilla complex/

Disguised devils who be mopping with the holy glow,

Wanna stop a movement like they're stomping out Tokyo/

My manifestos invested all my ramblings,

Rantings and ravings injected with my gambling/

Trolling through mics with rap stables of strife,

Rolling snake eyed dice on the crap tables of life/

You can take your lucky sevens son and shove them up your back door,

The heavens never wanted Kevin, dwelling in the black more/

A dark lord with stark words from vocal chords,

Small flock of followers drumming up the local hordes/

Pissing on religion since the father at my christening,

I ponder why I even bother when nobody's even fucking listening/

The big book couldn't save me,

Had a revelation blazing pages on the daily/

Genius or insanity? It doesn't really matter see,

I do this for my piece of mind & not for you to flatter me/

My dark tunnel doesn't have a holy light,

The only lights I see are ones I put to shit rolled tight/

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