Doubt

(Verse)

Too many snakes in the garden, they say forbidden fruit is sweet

So missus Eve, pardon me but I gotta eat

Cause honestly my belief in god is obsolete

And talk is cheap when you hear it from the thoughts of fiends

Junky punks with a stick in their veins, sick in the brain

Sluts suckin dick to get paid

Break in whips for some change (chains)

Seduced by self abuse, takin hits for their pain

The shit is worthless,

But I'm a hypocrite on his third spliff

I put the tree of life into these verses like churches

Cause all I hear is worship for the words spit

From the tongue of young serpent

A street urchin turned weed merchant

Who's only purpose is to feed the beast that lurks beneath the surface.

I keep the heat from hell's flames burning in a thermos

I never claimed that I was perfect

(Hook)

These days doubt is a must cause without you'll just end up burned

Or jumped by the ones that you thought you could trust

A buck can make any chump turn