I've been wanted to collab with this muhfucka for awhile.....love this. Hope you guys enjoy
viewtopic.php?f=24&t=119697&p=1701743#p1701743 Feedback
Block:
You...
heard a lot about you but I wouldn't know what I believe,
I perceive your willingness to let us die, the highest greed..
fill me in.. are we puppets? are you loveless? are we toys to you?
are we something coveted, or covered up & done with it?
'The Voice Of Truth', it used to be the name that you were called by
Entangled in the thrall, I won't live if I believe in this..
a way to save us all? I don't even get if we exist
and it's.. Jesus this and Jesus that... (he's sham)
I never read your scripture but I picked apart a piece of it,
and we believe a piece of him could heal me if I'm feverish??
you leave me with a lot of doubt & clouded negativity..
surrounded by a distant dream that this could be uplifting me,
admittedly, if you would show your face it woulda calmed my fears
I'm.. talking to a wall in here, not in gest, a show of faith..
I know that grace is overrated.. You call me and it's all I hear..
if you really did create us then, why are we all left to suffer?
we, tend to cover latest trends, a faithless sect that's next to nothing
yet you're bluffing that humanity was ever worth your time, & we
will ask if freedom's hard to find, like starting blind in hide & seek
Hide the seas... part the tides.. Your miracles are dead to us
unless we trust in you again... & You're the gift we're meant to love?
set that stuff ablaze, you vindictive little fuck...
amen.
Fa-Q
You say you know every strand of my hair in locks,
On my head, but I feel I’m under the glare of hawks,
Sometimes I feel like I’m Biggie, under Tupac’s stair,
Wherever I go, I’ll wonder if God or Satan walks there,
My speakin’ tongue, when speaking to you, talks scared,
And has your keep cleared, or are the sheep sheared,
I’ve tried numbering the stars, today the countin’ stops,
You said you’d be there, when counted on mountain tops,
I’ll ask You a question, is an OH-men the same as Amen,
And please explain the rules to this game you’re playin,
What happens to non-believers, are they thrown in hell,
Are you pokin’ fun with the angels with me, at show an’ tell,
So throw me in the lake of fire, it seems like you know it well,
I feel like I’m on Led Zepplin’s path, I know I’ll make it higher,
And what about my grandpa, will he just rot in the graveyard,
Even though his soft hands were worn, when he slaved hard,
Where were You when she broke me, did you make the arrow,
And you expect to follow the path of the straight and narrow,
She broke my heart, and it hardened, it ached like Pharaoh,
I pray you don’t take my first born, that was the worst morn,
Make me wander the desert, until my tongue has it thirst worn,
On this mountain is where the prayer ends, I’ll scream til air thins,