All around the place a mixture of races
We faces a struggle the reflection in the puddle
A dullen we so opinionated
Its okay to be a pessimists
Look at the days we in
aint it
Like theres
So many feminist terrorists
So many racists
So many nazis and industries
who only care for your money
And not your honey
spend well while your in store
A hurry to get you out the door
we needen to be bleeden thee heathens thee demons
Ohh
You feel the truth me only spit thee in the booth
Like god he’s odd a mysterious man
Mysterious ways he has a plan apparently
He got a army
Well I believe its Jesususes
He coming to save is well if I’m believen in him
If I be singing them hyms
To be honest I do
Theres gotta be a creator or two
I drool over an eternity life
Like who wouldn’t right
