Self-fulfilling Prophecy

When I walked to Jerusalem
And I saw people following
I thought to myself
What the ****.
All day, all night
No sleep, alright

Because I’m carried by my dreams-- so it seems
I hit cloud nine; because I crashed
Against a glass—ceiling
When I hit my head
Too high

Coming down, aye, down and out
Looking for a substance to drown in
But not go out in, ****
I’ll spray some **** like graffiti on these walls
I’ll color skin blue and purple
When I get into brawls
Because I fall hard. I mean I ball hard.
But I get right back up and play
If you too wrecked—to-confront-these-lyrics
You should stay the **** away.
I hear it? Do you hear?
I can hear my wedding bells
And when I hear people laugh
I hear the sound of inner hell.
Hellion!! Devil--seductress,
baybe maybe I please
get in some of that sugary sin
Maybe consult Confucius door-hinge
--Ask if the juice is worth the squeeze.

When I walked to Jerusalem
And I saw people following
I thought to myself
What the ****.
All day, all night
No sleep, alright

My suffering was a blessing
Say if the Israeli’s got me
Journalist, Arabic on my wrist
Words of wisdom in my lisp
Those Zionists would have shot me
Thank Lord.