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I was born in the Holy Land
They told me it was by God's command
Wo! Where are the others from?
I thought that we were the chosen - I must've been
You created me
On the day that you were born

Unholy
I was created by man, yeah I'm the Lord of the flies, you know I'm
Unholy
From the left hand
On the day that you were born
Unholy
I was created by man, yeah I'm the Lord of the Flies, you know I'm
Unholy
From the left hand of power comes the father
groovy 
But I'm feelin real old
There's gold in your eyes dear lord

Can't see your flock for the dollar signs
Our god he is a dollar bill
A mound
we have bills to pay, yeah we have mouths to feed! (I won't come back)
I won't come back!

And if you see me, please just walk on by, walk on by
hear strings, 
Seems I was born with too many choices
Now what am I going to do with all these extra things,
As they serve to confuse me, really
It's
the stressin
The aggression, the look of no hope on me and my niggaz faces
Like the lord overlooked us when he handed down his graces
You see embraces, fall
Magic
My lord, our father.
There's so many things I need to say.
And a lot of people don't wanna hear it.
But ya know what?
I'm a say it anyway.

I
Make a joyful noise unto the lord, all ye lame
Serve the lord with gladness
Come before his presence with singin
Know, ye that the lord is one
It
Standin' on the front stoop hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta
Rasta Ozzy from up de hill
Decide fi check 'pon 'I'm grocery bill
An' when him add up de t'ings him need
De dunny done wha' him save fi buy likkle
Growin more and more nervous when I serve this ass whoopin
Comin straight out of Brooklyn, baldhead from the old school
Born to rule with more class than
Standin' on the front stoop hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta
the jackals sit and watch the pedigods last flesh
Poison functions accompanied by six armor clad
Black horse and buggy mechanism
Tugged a portion of my
fear
Or if she's even home.
Maybe I'll go walking around
Or take a taxicab downtown
Or lay a five-dollar bill on the ground by the wino
While he's
Do you think I was born on this wretched earth for you to govern and kill?
In your stinking factories and offices with your stupid systems
quenched
In agonizing pain he won't spit in the face
Of the flaming dark lord he was born to embrace
He comes to grips with reality from everything he's
down
Get up!

[Stic.]
Honestly, I'm against this government
I ain't gotta cover it up, that's what I meant
Sick of payin bills and I'm sick
down
Get up!

[Stic.]
Honestly, I'm against this government
I ain't gotta cover it up, that's what I meant
Sick of payin bills and I'm sick
Standin' on the front stoop hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta
son, I still kinda wish I could of been there when he was born
At 3:01, by gone be gone, there's nowhere wrong and all
Yours sons about, and since I
heard you whisper to the lord, let my child make it through
And I did I walked up in this bitch first born kid
Tell 'em fuck it billy went and hit a lick
Rasta Ozzy from up the hill
Decide to check on him grocery bill
And when him add up the things him need
He don't he don't why him see if he buy
Standin' on the front stoop hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta
Lord, yeah, it’s gettin realer everyday
Niggas killin’ niggas, starving 'cause they can’t find no Yay
See at first they roll around and their bills they