Gnothi seauton,
Or do we really?
Are we cued into a set tune.
So afraid to love,
that the midnight hour looks like noon,
Is tis madness like Mozart,
Playing the fiddle,
For his soul with no clue,
Or am I in wake with 12,
In the upper room.
Many claim I'm just ryming,
But in fact; I heed a heretics warning,
From gates I done walked,
Forever,
May they stay locked;
Delivered by grace,
More wicked than Lod,
If Milton was right,
I'd never beg God;
This New Mexico lost,
No paradise for me,
Lest my deeds outway the cost;
Is it really that easy,
To hide in the goodness of the day,
While all the while,
Denying our hate;
Here's true confession,
Thats sure up to date;
Soy Shamuko, aka el Brujo,
Used to get hungry so I ate,
John the Baptist head,
On little red plates,
Now I see why, "it was late and Jesus had not yet come
I come as the Reaper,
Street Sweeper,
Holy pointz,
Children of the Corn,
Seperate chaff,
From wheat,
Damien greeter,
Shatter tha sleeperz
Wake em up,
Like Krueger,
Lull 'em,
Back to sleep,
With dreams,
That make night,
Look like creepers,
Now whistle tunes,
Like jeepers,
Fuck tha Feds,
Im a raptor,
Corrupt uncovered,
Some faces,
Hiding tha wicked,
Covered by laughter,
Holy Spirit captured,
In tha name of the Father,
Daniel Day Irish,
Excommunicated Catholic,
Like Louie,
Became King,
Innocently framed,
All that matters,
Sign of tha cross,
Balling,
Yah on tha grind,
No vanilla,
But cold as ice,
In this last day,
Or chapter
Like Erica sucking dick,
While her man is,
Gaining rank,
In homeland,
Confidential,
The rest is,
In deed,
And secrets,
They after,
I smoke that shit,
Like no diggity dank,
On these streets,
Im gellin,
Shoes deep,
My Souls melting,
Waiting on fire to,
Reveal the smell,
Of men that dealt,
Signed with demons,
For earthly wealth,
Corrupted weak minds,
To young to tell,
Now truth be,
My reveal,
I'm Cujo,
Rabid as hell...
