righteous through and through Oh I wish it were true Oh I wish it were true Look into my life And my cations past Does it look like I'm a moral man
deyoung I flip the switch on my laser video And there's the man staring back at me He starts to speak in a voice so righteous About the sins of society
in your bed at night The wisdom of ages, the lies and outrages concealed Time, it waits for no man, my future it is revealed Time, it waits for no man
your money-go-round But I just can't help being cynical Watch your money-go-round; watch your money-go-round Do like I say, make me wonderful Their morals
mouth, lust to lust Spontaneously combust The room is spinning out of control You act like you didn't notice, brushed my hand Forbidden fruit, ring on my finger Your such a moral moral man
Arisen in the ASA glory ASA, Sahasrar shall abolish the man in me Black Death, nonetheless... Black Death, nonetheless Black Death for me For my disease is carrying all the sins
True we all got questions, but dawg I got questions I got a lot on my mind, just just Just get me a blunt man, just fire it up man Man} Now fire up
It isn't nice I chose this life They're all suckers I live the life, I pay the price I live the life, I pay the price Ask my mother But there you stand morally
I seen the dead man grins, the seven deadly sins Couldn't keep his mouth closed in the house of the Chins The all seein' eye that recognize the rap clones
peacemakers withdraw any sense of morality To plant the seeds of their own sadistic conceptions This fabricated God reduces man to nothing more than
be better spent Come see a curious gal The Bearded Lady See a man Turned into a reptile As punishment for his sins Come hear the haunting song Of the
everyday the moral of the story sowe it and you'll reap it vanity aint nothin but a lesson listen up while I teach it (Hook 2X) My man would of done
got questions, but dawg I got questions I got a lot on my mind, just just just get me a blunt man, just fire it up man Man... [Big V] Now fire up the
peacemakers withdraw any sense of morality to plant the seeds of their own sadistic conceptions. This fabricated God reduces man to nothing more than
infested with teenage hustlers Street grinders, paper chasin scrapin busters By keepin dust up noses and caine homes; pipes and cans So they want they ride candy painted just like the man
I see dead man grins Seven deadly sins Couldn't keep his mouth closed in the house of chins The all seeing eye that recognize the rap clones Plus possess
His own commandments, and laws But man we are flawed, none of us could stand since the fall But His plan was to call, He who answered was called A son, when you come all your sins
