I often wonder when my job is finished, will I be
Gone diminished inside of a coffin chilling, or maybe
Lost and drifting my soul to all across existence, see my re-
-sponse is different I'm bothered by wrong intention
Honestly thoughts are slipping, belief is torn betwixt it seems
Gorgeous but surely this is the storm that I'm bothered with it's
Logically problemistic and chronically always twisted I'm
Consciously struggling though I'm formed in my Father's image
See I don't toss religion, I understand that there are
Many other factors choosing one will still involve decision
Like many from the hood, I was raised up in the church and then
Stayed through the given urge I had strayed due to false convention
Maybe I lost attention, state it's an honest mention
Craving some comprehension enslaved to this horrid vision
Stained by my caustic diction degraded by all opinions en-
-chained by this awful grip I'm a slave to this opposition
Inside my thoughts I'm living, going insane I feel the
Pressure to concede and end the pain I can't describe these feelings
Wreck is primed condition, cold as the rain concealing
Evidence indeed til I am slain I'll toss aside tradition
But still it doesn't answer any questions, like
How am I to blame for my ancestors indiscretions? and
Should I meet the flame for merely learning any lesson is be-
-lief so absolute or is there more? It's any guess man
I wonder when I die will I go to Heaven the
Price of my soul is precious provided in toll and credit
Life it is so deceptive, within my flesh I fall to the
Crime as a lonely peasant I grind through this whole procession
I'm praying to the entity above that all this
Doubt that I possess will soon be casted out and love will be the
Catalyst to every single match that I have struck I know that
Faith without the pa**ion ain't enough, I'm casted into
Dust