false hope handed down, spun all around,
with ignorance from past generations.
how many times and with how many rhymes?
how many twisted endings for you to realize?
it's not fair for you to say what every heart should pay.
it's another body and soul that isn't your own.
get off my back. this was never salvation for me.
keep it away.
don't feel a thing can't make believe i do.
it's something i don't need.
something that you do and i respect you
turning a page on an old book misread.
twenty something rows back now offer up your souls
at the drop of a single white robe.
all things foretold. do you know what.
mans worst creation has got you in its hold.
i refuse to stand for organized crime.
organized crime comes in more forms than one
and your god is no excoetion.
if i'm not being clear this right
here is about my disgust with the way i was almost brought up.
i'm taking it back, my piece of mind.
we'll leave it at that.
in '83 a lamb was led for many years until its head began to swell.
it did explode with reasons to think on its own.