Ever felt the angel of death whisper deep in your ear?
Well welcome to my every single day of the year
Never liked speaking but I learned to be social
Folks did a fine job, brought me up to be kosher
As a five-year-old had a lisp on his tongue
Did he have a care? No, my brother, there was none
Lil man now questioning all he believed in
Hate mailing God in church while pastor preaches.
Why, God, why him? he kept asking,
21 questions but still no answering,
Now he sunbathes in the dark for the light was lame
Jaywalking from now on, the paths look same
Dead to the conscious, contemplating the powers
Babbling out loud he leans against the towers
Last time we spoke he hang with the snake
From the good ol’ wise tree, a bite is all it’s gon’ take.