| Around my crew
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| I’ll be giving myself a bad rap
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| My blasphemy is a show off tool
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| And I’m a natural at being offensive
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| Y’all know the name
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| I call myself Ethic
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| But I act out in vain
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| Went from down for the cause
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| To down for the count
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| Now I’m down for the experience
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| I’m instilling doubt
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| In the hearts of those
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| That don’t use their head
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| This is a cathartic flow
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| And the voice of the mislead
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| Conditioning is so hard to reverse
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| I know there’s something out there
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| But they got to me first
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| Space is too expansive
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| For us to be alone
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| I know our kingdom’s too amazing
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| To have a vacant throne
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| But who sits upon the chair
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| And determines which of us
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| Will be burning or spared
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| Why can’t that person
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| Make the answer clear
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| Why the hell would a god rely on fear?
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| I’m one step closer on this path and I ask
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| How many more steps before
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| I even have half of a grasp?
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| Where anguish meets the abyss
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| And any other place that made you
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| Felt like this
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| I’m one step closer on this path and I ask
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| How many more steps before
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| I even have half of a grasp?
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| Where anguish meets the abyss
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| And any other place that made you
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| Felt like this
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| Yo I feared for a while
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| I was here in denial
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| Of the holy spirit
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| All them years as a child
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| I’m trying to turn the page
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| Become a man
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| Like corinthians
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| But with understanding
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| Innocence fades
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| And they say that you created
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| This place in six days
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| And all the rested
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| Impressed with your invention
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| But the serpent’s working overtime
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| To tempt us with its presence
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| So you took the form of man
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| As Christ to send us a message of
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| Love and forgiveness
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| But I wasn’t there to witness it
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| And two thousand years later
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| It’s almost as if it’s just a mith
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| I came to grips with it
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| Painted the abyss vivid
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| It means atheist agonstic lost
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| Baited fish swimming
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| Living in the name of
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| 'Till this pagans all win
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| But evolution only explains the obvious
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| Not why there’s anguish in my soul
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| When your face is just a glow
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| From below the murky waters
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| That I sank so far below
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| I’m one step closer on this path
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| And I ask
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| How many more steps before
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| I even have half of a grasp?
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| Where anguish meets the abyss
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| And any other place that made you
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| Felt like this
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| I’m one step closer on this path
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| And I ask
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| How many more steps before
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| I even have half of a grasp?
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| Where anguish meets the abyss
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| And any other place that made you
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| Felt like this
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| I watch as anguish
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| Turns into anger
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| With questions directed
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| At a baby
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| And how a subtle approach
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| Can cause disarray and prevent
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| A whole lot of souls
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| From getting saved
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| I could care less
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| How a gentleman behaves
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| You’re a savior
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| I expect more effort to be made
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| On my behalf
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| Give me more than a sign
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| Make yourself a presence
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| That I can’t deny
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| This isn’t a challenge
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| It’s me asking you
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| From a humbled state
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| Exactly what I have to do
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| 'cause right now
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| I’m not all that impressed
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| That we are born with desires
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| The favor, the flesh
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| Sometimes It feel you’re abscent
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| From my life im asking you why
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| I see your one pair of footprints
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| On the sand is it mine? |
| or yours?
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| I’m trying to follow the course
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| Highly endorsed but sometimes
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| It’s either the bible
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| From battle im torn
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| What to do I’m just human
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| Consuming too much
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| I do clutch on to the idea
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| That I’ll see you someday
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| I pray my sins are forgave
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| But shit just gets in the way
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| The snake sheds its skin
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| My face strecthes thin
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| 'bout to give in and break down
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| But haven’t yet
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| And thats evidence for me
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| You exist even though
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| We haven’t met
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| This path has been rough
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| But in your passion I trust
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| You will carry me through this
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| The footprint is actually us |