So many obligations with so little time to pray for them
Damnit God I’m waiting if you’d feel my cries and take a whim
Man it’s hard, debating if you’d heel my eyes and make a gem
And I’ve tried, impatient but it kills my pride to say I’ve sinned
And may I grin, though it’s ironic how moronic I’ve become
Smoking chronic is platonic, it’s like toxins, what I’ve done
Hopefully I’m still your son, I know there’s many on this planet
Woefully I’d kill someone just so you’d know right where I’m standin’
And I’ve planned it, I will never succumb to the devil’s threats
So fuck ‘em if it ever gets, above a threat, I’ll level it
My faith in you will never fret for you’re a prime specimen
My skepticism rises when a crisis hits thy better men
Just think of Nine eleven when Americans were getting grim
We hit the brim, and fell on in, I wonder where those parents went
Wishing for there kids to live; they cried and cried forever now,
Why’d they have to end like this, when I die, am I heaven bound?
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