Pray

I ain′t trickin' the narrative
People say it′s suicidal or it's arrogance
Crucify me as heretic, perished in to embarrassment
Heralding under marriages,
Pocketed in it's garishness
Murgers splurges is fervently,
Gather me, it′s inheritance
Kill the messenger, knock ′em down and blow across a blessed verse
Massacre the hours till the power aches and seconds hurts
Fate is half a mistress, but the rest of her is passenger
She is tragedy to those who's death defines and makes her work
I don′t believe in time, stick a knife into my spine
Watch the shadow bleed me dry, then take my eyes and leave me blind
Heaven's Hell is no surprise, I′m just here to scrutinize the euthanized
Despise the sacrifice but never eulogize
I sworn to elegance, decadently in sentences
Maybe I'm just a veteran running out of his medicine
Maybe a definite epitaph would have been generous
But all I get′s a whisper, "yo where the fuck is Connecicut?"
Pray for the day that the lies don't find you
Pray that the end isn't right behind you
Yo, listen, yo
So pick your poison
Shotgun shell to the face, or pull this sidearm from my waist
Ruin the whole scene, I ain′t coming from a civilised place
Where vioelnce is preferred to sitting and saying grace
The young warlocks ain′t got patience or respect
Cause the animal within don't even speak that dialect
And all they know is war so you better come correct
They′ll catch a bullet to the head just for dramatic effect
These savages is mean and only understand gun fire
Don't get caught slippin′ up in the jungle squire
They want your armor so believe in one simple fact
Just for that they'll take your face off just like that
Lies and deceit, disguise and critique
Be on yo P′s and Q's, wit' everybody you meet
And trust is a weakness on this side of the fleet
Cause they′ll fake showin′ loving and leave you bleedin' on the street
And that′s real
Pray for the day that the lies don't find you
Pray that the end isn′t right behind you