anatomy 1:3 - King 810

A few men have had to die for that line right there

Me, I just have to live with it

Cause I’ve seen a few dead and a few killed

And I’ve spent my life trying to forget it

I let no substance free me from reality

I sit alone with your ghost and your memory

And I face it

And I take it

And it takes me to that place where pain lives

And it takes me to numbness and indiffernce

Gets to the point where I can’t identify faces

But I see scales like a snake of every color imaginable

Ram horns, cat eyes and it’s mouth is a blackhole

And I see white and gold hues and indescribable glow

Angelwings on strange beings

And they don’t walk, they float

Saint Peter hold the gate for me

I’ve talked to God and I pray it ain’t too late for me

But times have been hard I had to use that gun you gave to me

My eyes are blurry and I just wanna know who’s taking me

(Who's taking me) Saint Peter Ladidadida

Eyes wide open I see beings like Set and Ra

And I’m travelling on planes most will never go

Inside the Gisa Pyramid before I come back home

And to my body and I look around when I’m alone

Still got my gun on and I go out and I’m hunting’em

My cousin’s killer and altough I am a peaceful man

My aunt’s unhappy there’s only one way I can deal with that

Kill’em all body for body leaves the world empty

I’m alright with that

I have more loved ones in hell than where I’m at

So keep poking at me

My fire will only grow and I will turn this fucking earth into a blackhole

But you should know

The weight of a body’s more than a couple hundred pounds

And you carry that weight with you til you go in the ground

I feel like it’s dragging me down so I get stronger

There’s no animal on earth with the same hunger

They wanna look at my plate to see what I’m eating

That’s the catch

I haven’t eaten, I’m starving

So start retreating

They wanna see me on a stretcher

Father forgive them for they don’t know better

But I’ve been doing this forever

And they’re all trying to make hits and trying to grow bigger

While I’m in trenches with the killers and my skin’s getting thicker

Know the day you go against me is the day you meet God

Cocksuckers still think it’s a facade

Bow your heads and close your eyes

Maybe we’ll be friends on the other side

Or you can find a place in hell to hide

Cause I’m gonna die

Where I was born

So just bury me on the northend

So I can sleep with that gunfire

That soothing conversation

And when it’s my turn to sit down

I’ll sit down til I’m done

And when it’s my turn to lay down

Well boys it’s been fun

As bad as I’ve been

Is as good as I can be

Say that an play my songs when you go to bury me

Until then it’s orchestras played by AK-47s

And it’s get right with God you’re going to heaven

The devil don’t want anyone who fucked with me in his presence

And when you play these words you can feel my essence in the room with you

right now

And I bet you’re wondering how?

It’s the motherfucking Boogeyman

I possess gifts that weren’t meant for humans and words can not describe them

And I can not describe her

You’ve gotta numb every nerve to feel how I feel

You’ve gotta kill your own kind and steal from the blind

And be willing to do anything if you land in a bind with no bond

And you just sit and have to do the time

Doing life locked in my mind

Take a number and come suffer

I haven’t sat with my mother in the better parts of a decade

How cold you think that makes a motherfucker?

Sometimes when the wind blows I wish I could climb inside it

And let it take me where it will and just close my eyes and ride it

And ask for it to drop me in the ocean

And I’ll sink so I can be around things that don’t think

Hey son

Sorry I’m calling so late…

Hey I was thinking of y’all making these songs all about killing

And you know what I’ve always thaught you

About keeping things in the existance (?)

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… All of you daily

…I'm just gonna leave you with…

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I love you