YAH my Fatha
Truth is a Rubix cube. Hmm, how should I put it
It's confusion to whom who have no rules to use it
Just put yo mind on the sovereign father
Eyes on the signs, and solve it with the solver
Think not,
Triple sec, on a simple bet
It cripples vets and gentile sects
A Strong drink salted in sinful sweat
And the song it sung, sings y'all fizz me yet ?
Like a cocktail, it tints of sex
Dissect the lyrics, be free from shallow depths
Too much Truth, and not enough Religion
Wheat germ-juice knotted in, pucked out ten lemons
So much soothing. Shooting shit smooth since salvation's se7en
Let me remind you
Your pagan temple is chasing devils, wood and stone
You say no ? We should go down all those idol roads ?
YAH MY FATHER
Shalom
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