Did protons and electrons create the earth?
Or did Allah meditate and create it's birth?
Is everyday in this place a curse?
Or should I pray on my knees and embrace it's dirt?
I don't know if there's a reason I'm here,
I feel the only thing that's driving me is reason and fear.
And seeing death to me conceivably near,
So I don't give a fuck what you think bout me reaching from fear.
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 fathers hate.


I'm recognized of giving the sins of the father,
And recognized what's built and what stems from the author.
Understand man is not a machine,
He needs a surface and a purpose and a reason for being.
Either way I'm going to stick with my fam',
Regardless of if that's a dream of a ridiculous man.
And I'm becoming more indifferent every day,
As soon as I lean all the questions have faded away.
Some of the things I said I hated to say,
But blame yourself mother fucker you made it this way.
I don't think I would even if I was able to stay,
I don't think you could I would sit to the angels and pray.
But everybody's got to deal with theyself,
If they cut another throat for them, material wealth..
If it's a problem are you man enough to deal with the help?
Or are you destined for the darkness of concealing yourself?


I'm trying to deal with the thirty years I spent in prison,
Not the physical because of existentialism
I've backed myself into a previous dead position
When all I ever had to do is just repent and listen.
Why can't everybody leave me alone,
I'm the only one who'd really need to see that I've grown.
You ain't smart enough to see what I know,
Id like to stab myself and let me fuckin bleed til' I go.
But I'm too scared what would happen on the other side,
Trying to 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 slaying near me,
But I don't think that comically they should hang really.
At thirty years old I don't have peace yet,
And I ain't got out of the belly of the beast yet.

Lyrics submitted by convince, edited by BlitzkriegAngel

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    My OpinionI love this song. its like my theme song. can relate to the emotion so much...
    Runnin_4_Nothinon December 08, 2008   Link
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    General Commentthis guys losing his faith or has lost it... wondering why some have to grow up in poverty.. and they still are expected to do what the fortunate are given. so naturally he had to work with what he was given.. maybe rediculous expectations
    serius17on July 01, 2011   Link

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