Did protons and electrons create the Earth? Or did Allah mediate, and create its birth? Is everyday in this place a curse? Or should I pray on my knees and embrace this dirt? I don't know if there's reason I'm here I feel the only thing that's driving me is reason and fear And seeing death to me can concievably near So I don't give a fuck what you think about me reaching for beer I don't worry anymore about what my friends do I have a more urgent matter to attend to Is there something there bigger when I die and vanish? That weaves everyone and everything into a canvas I'm not smart enough to think I have a resolution I'll never be a man with mediocre constitution My father told me that blood and power intoxicate And that tyranny is a product of his father's hate
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[Verse 2: Vinnie Paz]
I recognized the guilt and sins of the father And recognized what's built and what stems from the author Understand man is not a machine He needed surface and a purpose and a reason for being Either way I'm gon' stick with my fam Regardless if that's a dream of a ridiculous man And I'm becoming more indifferent everyday So naturally all the questions have faded away Some of the things that I said I hated to say But blame ya self mothafucka you made it this way I don't think I would even if I was able to stay I don't think you're good I would sit to the Angels and pray But everybody gotta deal with they self If they cut another throat for the material wealth If it's a problem are you man enough to deal with the health? Or are you destined for the darkness of concealing ya self?
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[Verse 3: Vinnie Paz] I'm trying to deal with the 30 years I've spent in prison Not the physical because of existentialism I back myself into a previously dead position When all I ever had to do was just repent and listen Why can't everybody leave me alone? I'm the only one who really need to see that I've grown You ain't smart enough to see what I know I like to stab myself and let me fucking bleed till I go But I'm just scared what would happen on the other side Tryna fight the good fight, how many of us died I don't know if I trust the people that hang with me Is it God or is it the Big Bang Theory? I know some really good people and they slain near me But I don't think comically that they should hang really At 30 years old I don't have peace yet And I ain't get out of the belly of the Beast yetTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
