Sebastian Winkler - Sage Rock Jewels lyrics

[Intro] The holy trinity are the only ones that speaks to me The Depth, the text & valiant pomposity The new white man's burden Turn to church, then return when He sees the sermon Determine His urban living Is hurting The urchins We need to change Urgently Me? I stand behind the curtain Containing my cursing At the persons Averting the purpose of searching It Is not blind certainty This is just a reminder to be kinder On behalf of you so-called designer I won't stand on no corner warning people ‘bout the evils of bars I spit lit bottles at the puddles in charge (Molartov) Huddle up behind their spit proof bullsh** guards And their see-through gla** roof That brings them closer to “god” The philosophy is flawed Piousness grew by heads on the floor, and a best in awe After practice there's a breach Before preach wasn't peace At least there was a feast If a beast wouldn't use its feet, teeth or paws Gives me the creeps, this decease k**s billions Greed is what it's called This is about being an underdog Under a circle of corrupt corporate lords The planet will cease and you won't do your chores Ignore the privilege and abide your own laws It's in your book, should I spell it out for all of y'all There is no L in god That other sh** is fraud If Dante is too daunting Read on the door Chose a life of the rite Plights might hide in spite But I never turn a blind eye To human inner war I clench and cry at the White-hot might and force Embossed in the j**elry cross Worn, by a Jew at lost odds Hailing the meek and the poor In the days of yore Now it's Christianity Vanity and possessive applause Open your plank wood doors And invite your brethren Don't mind the map lines Don't meet them with weapons drawn But friends, if you believed in your own words You would love even the heathen The bereaved and the grieving at an even score Your crocodile tears For the fears of the third world Sounds less sincere with the revolution On mute with a press on pause Their rights was forlorn, torn and pawned Or left offshore by a cruise ship abroad With black men on board Nevermore I got sealegs these days I got these feet standing by the drowning Man that cannot grab for straws no more Destiny isn't picked by a coin that's tossed It's your choices and flaws The weight you picked up or coursed You left the wet woods torched And now its deserts galore Neither a meal nor gauze For their wounds and scars Foods are scarce When the uncouth cut across Let the truth come across I hope your alligator shoes turns footloose And choose to chew you And your twenty-two hundred-dollar suit too Eat you with all your silver spoon foods Put your utilities to good use I cannot wait for your bible belt to turn tribal Belch as they aspire for your idle wealth But first things first, we need to see about their entitlement and health Thought you meant to enlighten not frighten and smite them Give them ability for them to decide for themselves I don't care about the church and state It works both ways I'm speaking ‘fore a union I can applaud Let us paint on the walls And sing through the halls Of the church state and malls We have our own zealots in a city-state And a pope at the core of an onion so raw Tears will appear by the sword To see it all, is a walk That gives me an abundance of bunions Still a walk I adore But the place reeks of the need for more So I get on stage and uproar f** your fascist literature Thrown in a lit pile and scorched With f*ggots for warmth The branches of course Love shall be scorn no more Whether Franz or Paul the beauty is gone Run the Aesop, Francis The sage rocked mules, the saints rock j**els There is Ten Commandments How come you're only using five fingers? Seeing there is pain why let it linger? Condemn any man with a condom on him? I'm dazed and confused in my smoke and mirror-filled room Trying to throw my own quotes while stoned I'm just an idiot savant Serpent servant biting on your corroding golden apple Ready for battle? It's David vs. goliath And I aspire To spit-dribble rubble From the ground Down on you And I could babble on About all that is wrong But tower of power needs not a single Danish crown This Dane is disdained, and this is his way, to explain Babylon was meant to come down I feel like I'm sling shooting history back around And I'm not even bringing the kinky sh** into this A second coming on its way I can a**ure On a crusade for pink pigs with pink slips And pearls in their clause But for now, I think this is all!