When I think of the word ******, I get the most ****** up picture,
Take slow sips of liquor, 'til my soul starts to quiver, shiver,  
Gaze off, into the angelic realm, seen many psalms in my palms,
To scriptures bleeding out my arms,
Yo,
So why don't you, read along, everyday plays that same sad songs,
Media had it wrong, every colored ***** ain't polishing the bongs,
I stay on a natural high, lips pressed into the steaming coals, let it purify,
Don't ask why, I was chosen amongst the walking dead, I see too many folks spiritually fed,
Nothing but lies, they make ties, with no knots, I emphasize on the what nots,
I keep ya soul, leaking like snot, how many memories, you have that was shot,
Down by the dopest drug, in town, hopes held high, while weigh-in on the ground,
All I have around, is pain punishment and demons, in my Hennessy bound,
But them angels warned me, I was meant to suffer for the seeds, of humanity,
For what I did in my past century, the cursed is breaking out of me,
My family is the star system, glisten at the darkest nights, roaming in mysteries