k**ah Priest - Walkin' the Line lyrics

They put truth and love on the plate and we ate hate Then the lord tried to k** me so I changed faith I spit grimace faced cause I'm sick of the taste Clench my fists to my hips cause I'm sick of the waste Where did our souls go, were they just misplaced? Permanent vacations or eternal disgrace? Don't act like you care about what happens to culture You're just another money, cash, ho, rappin to vultures I wish the Y2K bug actually happened Shut the whole thing down cause we ain't actually rappin The 21st First century can s** my clock Getting stoned too much, we can't duck the rocks Never ride bandwagon, I just buck the jock I've already started walking guy, f** the talk Stalwart, you can bet I never drop the mic Increase the peace but never stop the fight Where did all the people go? When did all these evils grow? How do I retrieve my soul? And stop walking the line Stalwart, part gentleman and part Neanderthal Anni brought his angry heart to answer y'all They say to ask a question is to break the spell But they say doubt the Lord and go straight to hell My Mother always said never lay down and die My Father always told me to let sh** slide An eye for an eye or turn the cheek? Give medals to the strong and burn the weak Little b**h get filthy rich like Soylent Green Means people not evil, just spoiled by greed Had morals to protect but didn't guard that sh** It's like we dropped all our scruples in the Sarlack pit We're Han Solo blind when we're blocking the signs Teetering, teetering, we're walking the line The Man in Black told me to sing sh** loudly Johnny Cash rules everything around me Where did all the people go? When did all these evils grow? How do I retrieve my soul? And stop walking the line Stop walking the line Stop walking the line The lady of judgment Is standing above us So pick your feet Poughkeepsie and say why don't she love us? k**ah Priest: Live and d**h is like a carnival, the cemetaries Ain't nobody left that's honorable, they've all been buried The chronicles from Mohammed's schools of Gods, they vary Black people all been promised j**els we lost already My cross is heavy, I carry it, this is my burden Look at the sky, see chariots while the Earth is just turning Words are determined from the birth of person I'm so hurting, soul searching, go to the liquor store can I get some more Villages, robbers, religions, billions of dollars Nat Turners, Geronimos, Patsy Jerner Truth with burners, all the chaos that the youth emerge from Know what I mean? Annakin Slayd, k**ah Priest We back from the grave Where did all the people go? When did all these evils grow? How do I retrieve my soul? And stop walking the line Stop walking the line Stop walking the line