Tales From The Crypt - Voidoid

When I was 12, I got baptized

But I’ve been runnin from Heaven since

Half the time, I wonder, «Does it even exist?»

I constantly cross the line between pleasure and sin

I try, but sometimes, it seems I just can’t repent

I wonder if my Grandma’s lookin down on me with a frown or a grin

Or maybe she’s just dirt in the ground, and that’s how it ends

I was so strong in my beliefs as a kid

Now it feels wrong though to believe in this

It’s been so long since Jesus made me see He exists

Why can’t just send one sign, one time?

Please, just one line- that’s all I need

And then I’m confined and reformed

Please, just bend the rules this one time

I need more

I need to know that you are out there listening

I need to know that there is something else

I need to know that there is more then glistening

I need to know that I’m not by myself

That’s what the world wants to hear me say

But I know that I’m saved by eternal grace

And the day that I get to the pearly gates

My grandma’s gonna meet me and say my name

The world’s gotten so backwards

Everybody roots for you to fail

And God’s the last thing that matters (We've got a pulse)

No wonder it’s a living Hell!

(What's goin on?)

Laying on this operating table- it’s impossible to save me

And I’m probably fading into the dark

Hated for the thoughts that I’m saying

I know what confidence waiting

And my haters are praying I don’t see tomorrow

Cause they know if I don’t make it then I’m not in their way

And their journey to the top would be easier to make

But secretly they wanna peep into the operating procedure

Just to see if there is still a piece of my brain

And they can take it, but wouldn’t know what to do with it

They’re not creative enough to make the music I did

With the same beats, same bars, same rhymes, same flows

I would kill em all, but the fuckin' ruined the shit

And they’re too stubborn to admit that I’m influencing them

Too busy judging me, while I’m making some moves in this bitch

Because I’m careful at who I choose who to include in this crypt

I’d rather be judged by 12, than be carried by 6

So many haters are waiting in the Emergency Room

They wanna see the doctor come out and say I’m not pullin through

Well, I’m pullin through, and the ER is crowded

There’s so much noise but no damn talent

I lay down brain dead on the steel table

The top of my head’s cut off- it’s no fable

My toe tag has got no name label

My cold raps were just dang hateful, woo!

I think it’s kinda funny- all these muthafuckas are waiting on me to die

But even if I die, I’m always livin in your mind

My name is Crypt, bitch- I’ve been dead this whole time

On the inside, when I’m writing my rhymes, bitch, it feels like I can almost fly

But then, I realize no one likes anytime that I spit

But fuck it- I keep it real cause it feels right

When I write down all of my rhymes

No matter what I do, somebody will cry

«You're too offensive, you’re non-inclusive»

But it’s none of your business how I write my music

Stop trynna change me to fit your vision- I won’t do it, I will just refuse it

If you don’t like it, then don’t fuckin' listen

There’s plenty other people out there that do this

No matter what I do, I should’ve zigged when I zagged

Everybody tells me, I should try something different

But when I do, they tell me that they miss how I rap

It’s a catch 22 so, tell me, what’s the difference?

If you do what you want, then I won’t like it

If I do what I want, then you won’t like it

If I do what they want, then no one likes it

The only option is to just stay silent!