Bronze Nazareth - God of Souls

God of souls, guard mine
I've spent my divine time being in a small crime
In the streets, even though my life is fining
I'm chasing high men, lining and latex protection
Fourty porcelain of correction
Got away with so much 'cause of an intelligence
I drink the innocence's potion
Devoting my bodily motion, the inner high oceans
Hoping that it wouldn't be the words chosen to represent me
I felt guilty when my vast death friends was empty
Read the Bible seriously but the Devil still tempts me
I'd say I lived my life religiously but anxiously
Somethings get to me, the soldier with the stab wound it won't bleed
But the pain is in me, I'm sorry God for my offendments
But I do have many attempts to avoid the wrath of Satan
Given 24 hours to live, I'd spend 'em all praying
And spraying the word of God; but that's the whole problem
How can you pray when you know your life is already in disarray?
From now on I'm gon' pray when I'm happy
And thank God for my mishappening's 'cause that's how he teaches you and me
I now see the mountains I've climbed that seem so sharp at the top
My hands are cut and the bleeding just won't stop
When ever I've wandered there always seemed to be that light
But now the roads that I've traveled it just don't seem too bright
It's shallow feeling inside as I grow from young buck to young man
As I hallucinate and seeing crucifix nails in my hand
And I know it's craze, to meet the faith without pray
The quiet one; this nigga never gang-bang or join cults
My only fault was sex and simple thoughts
To send my belief to every man by this disc caught
The path I've traveled I feel with jagged gravel
So I growl and write a poetic novel, judge me 'cause upon you

"Lord knows I do wrong"
"Lord knows I do wrong"
"Lord knows I do wrong"



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