Song | Death Messiah |
Artist | Jedi Mind Tricks |
Album | A History Of Violence |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
CHORUS | |
Did protons and electrons create the earth? | |
Or did Allah meditate and create it's birth? | |
Is everyday in this place a curse? | |
Or should I pray on my knees and ebrace it's dirt? | |
(Yeah) | |
I don't know if there's a reason I'm here, | |
I feel the only thing that's driving me is reason and fear. | |
(Yeah) | |
And seeing death to me conceiveably near, | |
So I don't give a f**k what you think bout me reachin from fear. | |
(Damn) | |
I don't worry anymore about what my friends do, | |
I have a more urgent matter to attend to. | |
Is there something there bigger when I die and vanish? | |
That weaves everyone and everything into a canvas? | |
I'm not smart enough to think I have a aresolution, | |
I'll never be a man with meteokre constitution. | |
My father told me that blood and power intoxicate, | |
And that tearity is a product of his fathers hate. | |
CHORUS | |
I'm recognized of giving the sins of the father, | |
And recognized what's built and what stems from the author. | |
Understand man is not a machine, | |
He needs a surface and a purpose and a reason for being. | |
Either way I'm going to stick with my fam', | |
Regardless of my sick dream of a ridiculous man. | |
And I'm becoming more indifferent every day, | |
As soon as I lean all the questions have faded away. | |
Some of the things I said I hated to say, | |
But blame yourself mother f**ker you made it this way. | |
I don't think I would even if I was able to stay, | |
I don't think you could I would sit to the angles and pray. | |
But everybody's got to deal with theyself, | |
If they cut another throat for them, material welts. | |
If it's a problem are you man enough to deal with the help? | |
Or are you destin for the darkness of concealing yourself? | |
(Yeah) | |
CHORUS | |
I'm trying to deal with the thirty years I spent in prison, | |
Not the physical because of accidentalism. | |
I've backed myself into a previous lead deposition, | |
When all I ever had to do is just repent and listen. | |
Why can't everybody leave me alone, | |
I'm the only one who'd really need to see that I've grown. | |
You aint smart enough to see what I know, | |
I'd like to stab myself and let me f**kin bleed til' I go. | |
But I'm too scared what would happen on the other side, | |
Trying to fight the good fight how many of us died? | |
I don't know if I trust the people that hang with me. | |
Is it god, or is it the big bang theory? | |
I know some really good people and they slang near me, | |
But I don't think that comically they should hang really. | |
At thirty years old I don't have base yet, | |
And I aint got out of the belly of the beast yet. | |
CHORUS |
CHORUS | |
Did protons and electrons create the earth? | |
Or did Allah meditate and create it s birth? | |
Is everyday in this place a curse? | |
Or should I pray on my knees and ebrace it s dirt? | |
Yeah | |
I don t know if there s a reason I m here, | |
I feel the only thing that s driving me is reason and fear. | |
Yeah | |
And seeing death to me conceiveably near, | |
So I don t give a f k what you think bout me reachin from fear. | |
Damn | |
I don t worry anymore about what my friends do, | |
I have a more urgent matter to attend to. | |
Is there something there bigger when I die and vanish? | |
That weaves everyone and everything into a canvas? | |
I m not smart enough to think I have a aresolution, | |
I ll never be a man with meteokre constitution. | |
My father told me that blood and power intoxicate, | |
And that tearity is a product of his fathers hate. | |
CHORUS | |
I m recognized of giving the sins of the father, | |
And recognized what s built and what stems from the author. | |
Understand man is not a machine, | |
He needs a surface and a purpose and a reason for being. | |
Either way I m going to stick with my fam, | |
Regardless of my sick dream of a ridiculous man. | |
And I m becoming more indifferent every day, | |
As soon as I lean all the questions have faded away. | |
Some of the things I said I hated to say, | |
But blame yourself mother f ker you made it this way. | |
I don t think I would even if I was able to stay, | |
I don t think you could I would sit to the angles and pray. | |
But everybody s got to deal with theyself, | |
If they cut another throat for them, material welts. | |
If it s a problem are you man enough to deal with the help? | |
Or are you destin for the darkness of concealing yourself? | |
Yeah | |
CHORUS | |
I m trying to deal with the thirty years I spent in prison, | |
Not the physical because of accidentalism. | |
I ve backed myself into a previous lead deposition, | |
When all I ever had to do is just repent and listen. | |
Why can t everybody leave me alone, | |
I m the only one who d really need to see that I ve grown. | |
You aint smart enough to see what I know, | |
I d like to stab myself and let me f kin bleed til I go. | |
But I m too scared what would happen on the other side, | |
Trying to fight the good fight how many of us died? | |
I don t know if I trust the people that hang with me. | |
Is it god, or is it the big bang theory? | |
I know some really good people and they slang near me, | |
But I don t think that comically they should hang really. | |
At thirty years old I don t have base yet, | |
And I aint got out of the belly of the beast yet. | |
CHORUS |
CHORUS | |
Did protons and electrons create the earth? | |
Or did Allah meditate and create it s birth? | |
Is everyday in this place a curse? | |
Or should I pray on my knees and ebrace it s dirt? | |
Yeah | |
I don t know if there s a reason I m here, | |
I feel the only thing that s driving me is reason and fear. | |
Yeah | |
And seeing death to me conceiveably near, | |
So I don t give a f k what you think bout me reachin from fear. | |
Damn | |
I don t worry anymore about what my friends do, | |
I have a more urgent matter to attend to. | |
Is there something there bigger when I die and vanish? | |
That weaves everyone and everything into a canvas? | |
I m not smart enough to think I have a aresolution, | |
I ll never be a man with meteokre constitution. | |
My father told me that blood and power intoxicate, | |
And that tearity is a product of his fathers hate. | |
CHORUS | |
I m recognized of giving the sins of the father, | |
And recognized what s built and what stems from the author. | |
Understand man is not a machine, | |
He needs a surface and a purpose and a reason for being. | |
Either way I m going to stick with my fam, | |
Regardless of my sick dream of a ridiculous man. | |
And I m becoming more indifferent every day, | |
As soon as I lean all the questions have faded away. | |
Some of the things I said I hated to say, | |
But blame yourself mother f ker you made it this way. | |
I don t think I would even if I was able to stay, | |
I don t think you could I would sit to the angles and pray. | |
But everybody s got to deal with theyself, | |
If they cut another throat for them, material welts. | |
If it s a problem are you man enough to deal with the help? | |
Or are you destin for the darkness of concealing yourself? | |
Yeah | |
CHORUS | |
I m trying to deal with the thirty years I spent in prison, | |
Not the physical because of accidentalism. | |
I ve backed myself into a previous lead deposition, | |
When all I ever had to do is just repent and listen. | |
Why can t everybody leave me alone, | |
I m the only one who d really need to see that I ve grown. | |
You aint smart enough to see what I know, | |
I d like to stab myself and let me f kin bleed til I go. | |
But I m too scared what would happen on the other side, | |
Trying to fight the good fight how many of us died? | |
I don t know if I trust the people that hang with me. | |
Is it god, or is it the big bang theory? | |
I know some really good people and they slang near me, | |
But I don t think that comically they should hang really. | |
At thirty years old I don t have base yet, | |
And I aint got out of the belly of the beast yet. | |
CHORUS |