Spiritual Warfare
The physical realm is a spiritual warfare
Demons, angels and humans and spirits are all there
Devil singing hymns and he's preaching the Lord's prayer
Priests are raping the children on Bibles they all swear
Respect the soil when you die you gon' fall there
And you don't bury yourself
That's word of pallbearer
Karma is a bitch and when she's wet it smell like a dog hair
And craft tears play your material gospel
We cry in soul tears
Men are killing our women don't think the law cares
Missing kids and I pray for parents that loss theirs
The pearly gates are narrow
We climbing up some broad stairs
Really I'm the God at my bar tare
You outta shape big circles run in small squares
I'm like the sun you can look but you can't stare
Sorta like Medusa is my mom
Now you all scared
Rich into your soul
Deep into your soul
To reach the features of your soul
Because the reaper wants your soul
You the keeper of your goal
You better keep your armour gold
Keep a secret envelope
Now I seek us deep past the globe
Yeah, I'm on the road
So much heat my speaker up on the stove
Keep your commas close
You're under oath
So keep honors though
With the flows of my garden hose
My heart is cold
But with a heart of gold
The soil rich is what the farmer sows
They signing the slave deals
No wonder they backs are bleeding
Stretching your character
So all your actors reaching
I know her ass appealling
Don't give ratchet seamen
Or getting a kid that it wasn't your plan on keeping
I stay schemin' reading maps of meaning
And day-dreaming about when the sun slap the evening
So Mars dance with Venus
She tongue-bang this penis
Fake pas' is preachin' they pray you catch the demons
Rich into your soul
Deep into your soul
To reach the features of your soul
Because the reaper wants your soul
You the keeper of your goal
You better keep your armour gold
Keep a secret envelope
Now I seek us deep past the globe
Yeah, I'm on the road
So much heat my speaker up on the stove
Keep your commas close
You're under oath
So keep honors though
With the flows of my garden hose
My heart is cold
But with a heart of gold
The soil rich is what the farmer sows
Pay close attention to the stories that your fathers told
Our fore fathers blows skulls mourn
We harbour ghosts, dominos go down yo' nose
A child is bound to grow
And if you down a loaf then count the dough amount you owe
What is the divine principle?
What is the human principle?
Many churches has become human institutions
Rather than divine connecting centers
We go to church to maintain building not to maintain our own souls
Demons, angels and humans and spirits are all there
Devil singing hymns and he's preaching the Lord's prayer
Priests are raping the children on Bibles they all swear
Respect the soil when you die you gon' fall there
And you don't bury yourself
That's word of pallbearer
Karma is a bitch and when she's wet it smell like a dog hair
And craft tears play your material gospel
We cry in soul tears
Men are killing our women don't think the law cares
Missing kids and I pray for parents that loss theirs
The pearly gates are narrow
We climbing up some broad stairs
Really I'm the God at my bar tare
You outta shape big circles run in small squares
I'm like the sun you can look but you can't stare
Sorta like Medusa is my mom
Now you all scared
Rich into your soul
Deep into your soul
To reach the features of your soul
Because the reaper wants your soul
You the keeper of your goal
You better keep your armour gold
Keep a secret envelope
Now I seek us deep past the globe
Yeah, I'm on the road
So much heat my speaker up on the stove
Keep your commas close
You're under oath
So keep honors though
With the flows of my garden hose
My heart is cold
But with a heart of gold
The soil rich is what the farmer sows
They signing the slave deals
No wonder they backs are bleeding
Stretching your character
So all your actors reaching
I know her ass appealling
Don't give ratchet seamen
Or getting a kid that it wasn't your plan on keeping
I stay schemin' reading maps of meaning
And day-dreaming about when the sun slap the evening
So Mars dance with Venus
She tongue-bang this penis
Fake pas' is preachin' they pray you catch the demons
Rich into your soul
Deep into your soul
To reach the features of your soul
Because the reaper wants your soul
You the keeper of your goal
You better keep your armour gold
Keep a secret envelope
Now I seek us deep past the globe
Yeah, I'm on the road
So much heat my speaker up on the stove
Keep your commas close
You're under oath
So keep honors though
With the flows of my garden hose
My heart is cold
But with a heart of gold
The soil rich is what the farmer sows
Pay close attention to the stories that your fathers told
Our fore fathers blows skulls mourn
We harbour ghosts, dominos go down yo' nose
A child is bound to grow
And if you down a loaf then count the dough amount you owe
What is the divine principle?
What is the human principle?
Many churches has become human institutions
Rather than divine connecting centers
We go to church to maintain building not to maintain our own souls
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Writer(s): Choolwe Dumisani Munyati, Richardo Moloi
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