The Sun is the man
blazing and beating on the sons of MAN
nailed to cross was the SON of man
Sunday to mark the SONs death
to replace the Sabbath
As HIS blood ran although history
we blamed it on the Jewish
but every time we Sin
We put the SON through it (again and again)
and sip of his blood to get cleansed
to be flee from our damnation
I built my own Hell so where's the exit
I ran out of that abyss
But run I right into it again and again
And those nails can't go any deeper in the palms of my Saviour
Why am I do this to my Saviour
He's my Hero ain't it?
I go to saints to pray but they stuck in their own Hell
open your eyes to see that everyone is like you and I
Same choices, same blood that drips from the palms of my Hero
How can I stand in your temple clutching a hammer, ready to jab another nail in
My Sins splatter all over me lucky blood don't show on a black tee
So nobody sees.
Red
Feelings of pain and sadness are just high tides setting in onto shore
soon they'll reside and be no more
Decisions is a mansion with many doors to get in
each leading to different places at different paces
no rush to success it'll be there later
I'll be back in a sec
I'll rush to study me
understand self then seek wealth
Your true treasure lays within you
after the tides resides your mental will be rich with bling
and no thief and snatch it
only you can brand it
Relish yourself, love is the key a life of eternity
for Love is He who loved you before you love Love
Yellow, in between the stop and go
Realize that life is empty canvas ready to be painted on
Escapades are good for the Soul just as food is to the body
do right and right will be done onto you
These tips I write on this yellow note pad
I write to you
Green the color of greed and fiendish things
Lights and cameras flashing on the pretty Monster's
Rock Stars and Movie Stars aren't so bright after all
because their light'll fade away like a shooting star
behind bars they go
come back with a three albums, movies and a show
How do these Monster's get away with prostitution, murders and drug usage
then again how long we going to keep believing in evolution
From afar I see a Kat smoking cigarettes and sipping RED bull
he must have an interview with death
As his chest is popping out
It's his Soul commencing to flee from his flesh
but Soul gets enmeshed in the webs of the flesh
Sin has ravished his temple
leaving no place for Soul to rest
tired of shouting out to the deaf ears of it's host
Soul relinquishes it's fighting spirit, leaving another Kat soulless
This soulless Kat begins to boast
preaching of his life as a Monster
Time is money to people like him
their much Like fishes getting pulled out the water
I guess the air distorts their mental
their morals get blinded by selfish wants and social needs
Color blind to happiness their vile eyes only see the green
Green
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