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rubber skin
Of all the people that I know
The ones I like I love the best
The fishes in the sewer pipes
The highway man in yellow stripes
It might not
Spirit fall on this land,
Convicting power cleansing man
Reveal your truth to blind eyes,
Rip the scales from their sight
Holy Spirit be thee praised
lacking thought

Graze of skin
Touch of death
Or create life
Unto affliction

Raped by blind ignorance
Of Man and Holy Spirit
Condemned to burn forever
man's truth, one fear 

The blind suffer at the hands of sin 
Lines are drawn where the boundaries begin 
Ten thousand broken, by the madness within
of heavenly bodies bleed
Angels deflowered by human kind
Tattered and torn ripped apart to see through my minds third eye

Not convinced of existence
will not inflict
The wound that they left when they subtracted six million

So why am I repulsed by change?
A holy book has been deranged
And once
teaching. 
Learn by Holy Intellect cuzz it's a blessing. 
Teachers study what is spoken through the speaker.
Weaker preacher there's no need for manifestin'.
And with this message
That I bring to you
A beacon of light
To see you through
For time is on our side
And a holy man
Does say to me
To always
there's no place for us
They had my man Carter locked in a cage, like an animal
Drive him to the point where the mind work mechanical
Or works by remote
Faith mongers of righteous rule conceal this deceptive law
Distorted values of virtue masked by these holy words
This great persecution will
him.
Tripping over a Holy Man,
Mind that here you don't choose your friends,
Ambrose asked for a helping hand,
He heaved his chest, and pointed West,
him.
Tripping over a Holy Man,
Mind that here you don't choose your friends,
Ambrose asked for a helping hand,
He heaved his chest, and pointed West,
avalanche
One last chance to re-plan, and over-stand
Before the Hologram sends your camp to Holy Land
So ask your man, when he returns to where I sent him
[Slimkid3]
Aiyo we got five minutes, man!
Yo, yo Brown. Sup, man, we got five minutes
Imani, let's go..Yo, Ro! Let's go..

[Bootie Brown/Frank
some races
And vengeance is the Lord's
If we aspire to share this space
Repentance is the cure 

Well, just a day in the shoes of a color blind man
Remember how it all began 
The apple and the fall of man 
The price we paid 
So the people say 
Down the path of shame and let us dare 
To bite
and by
I'll fly away, l'll fly away

It don't take nothing to be lonely
It comes too easy to be holy
It does nothing for the soul
But tear holes in
The future is scarred by the bloodstained past 
Haunted by disgrace
Holy wars that are never ending 
Forever fight of faith

Don't accuse these
We praise the saviour
Observe the ten commandments
Confess our sins

For time immorial
Man's mind gets inspired
By gift and faculty divine
avalanche
One last chance to re-plan, and over-stand
Before the Hologram sends your camp to Holy Land
So ask your man, when he returns to where I sent him
known, to man

Born-by-none
Outcast of
Dirt-and-death
Leaving you
Soul-stained-black
Painting my face
A deity grace

Saltrubbed eyes
Losing my
Soiled by the world of man
I am the destruction
I am fear
I am sin
I am the destruction

This memory ignites
The past sees me
Visions of me grow
A Curfew For The Damned (...Blind Belief)
You true beiever. Die man deciever, for
your prophecies. A fatal release. The tem-
ple of the holy. We
around your mind
There's no where to run, no where to hide
In a six-by-six a guilty man cries
For repentance and lost is what innocence is

Same
boys bustin' nines (Bustin') 
Some servin' state bids, 'cause they hustle blind 
Pieces of a black man 
My thoughts travel (yeah) trapped on savage