Hook: See these people were lost, so their god sent a king, to be the priest of the lost, and the God of the non-believers, that don't believe in anything, if I don't make it out alive, tell your kids that I brought church to the wild.

Verse1: Standing on the corner of 6th and Macvicar, watching our daughters strip for their liquor, thinking how we were whipped as their ^!$$%s, now we buy whips to get to be "that ^!$$%..." Bathed in the fires of intolerance, we wade through the fires of unconsciousness, weighed at the bottom of their monuments, made to be a model of incompetence, even the cream of the crop is just condiments, just a cream for the top of this nonsense, it's a war that most of the victims don't sense, I hate being the one on reconnaissance, no longer the a fence, i'm on offense, with a two edged sword and a pocket of lint, if these words I spit are Gods scriptures, then the first heart I hit is my Bar mitzvah, ~ONE~

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Verse2: Even if I wasn't on 13th I'd be living scary, cause you don't need a degree to reach the obituary, and you don't need to leave to be a missionary, when there's souls that are grieving right in your kitchen area, forget about deception, our children come robbed of the knowledge, (misconception) that Gods' well's deep living water so they're left when the hits keep comin' they've got no depth perception, cause all we ever speak is shallow on the deep issues, then we cry when they hit a nerve (deep tissue) when our children come up murdered, (we miss you's) "Of course their going to heaven you preached...didn't you?..." We sit in our steeple, like some eagles we see you, but don't give a SHT about people, Where are we going? Will we be equal? This ain't bout where were going it's bout what we lead to...

Is it Christ, or Crystal? Is it the mission or the Missiles, or how to be a Mrs. buy from this isle to dress up the list of what you missin' (thousand isle) running through my caesar on GP (Good Principle) on TV i'm like Et Tu BET!?? So I've got to hit these streets, with the truth of Christ on a mean beat. Don't get it twisted the bible don't tell us everything, just the knowledge we need to achieve anything, so for all of you thinking you need everything, while you chasing it bet that you don't get anything, the pursuit of knowledge ain't always truth first, got allot of folks in a hearse and me and you cursed, and the truth is, even when you receive it you realize that you can't even beat it...yeah truth hurts, from the dust I came and it's not far, but in this time i've gained, i'd live amongst the stars, but I ought not gain, while they livin' hard, so i'll stay, and live Noire.
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