A rushed/Half baked/Project

Wake up

Get out of bed

Returned to this body

Like Zombies and Jesus

Resurrected from the dead

My lyric is like a damn staircase

If I'd the chance, I'd let you know who the real me

But too damn scared so from this Pokemon battle I will flee

Poison I hoisted my bullet in with hands which wrapped in melanin

Like a Jury I keep sentencin, never stop till I get you bopped

To the rhythm on the block ya get rocked

Rock my jimmies Hip hop hip cheerio

Lookin like a dhimmi whom can't go ethereal

Hard enough focus on the inner self

And then do a couple rituals to avoid a made up hell

Fear fear. What caused me to not wanna leave

Islam

But I had my mind made up man I ain't decieved

Of the evils of Catholics past, murders of christmas present,

Yeah you expected this line to be the last, but i'mma fuckin pheasant

Rape rape

Common in all the Abrahamic faiths

My hate for them is too much to contain

The truth of the world is right in front of you

Life is shit

I wish I still believed

Most ignorantly? Or most geniusly? I do not know

I must agree

Most will read this and start to hate me

I do not care

I am Totally

Underscore

Bear