Concious of Sin
Yo I was in the game

And when you dealing with all that death?

Sometimes spirits come back and haunt you

My life sometimes be haunted by my memories

Visions in my head show me diggin up my enemies

I hate to go to sleep because of the dread that's in my head

At times I find myself running from shadows of the dead

They try to pull me under and bury me alive

I wake up thinking it's over, a good thing I survived

They pull me back to sleep, and seperate my soul

from my body, and put my blood and flesh in a hole

Ahh dig it's worse, now the curse, caves my faith in

I rose from beneath the surface of the earth, as Satan

Inflicting people with war, drugs, diseases

Jumped up, go back to sleep, resurrected, ahh Jesus

Healing, the same motherfuckers I just inflicted

Spreading righteousness, the word of God, my mind is twisting

A holy war in the mental, I'm sort of brain dead

Spirits got me under pressure and they're fucking up my head

Now I lay, me down, to sleep

I pray the lord, my soul, to keep

And if I should die, before, I awake

I pray the lord, my soul to take

A priest, performed an exorcist when I was conceived at birth

The casting of the demon off the earth

Devils, worship me like a thesis

Nurses, rolled me in a room full of priests

Where they attempted to cleanse my soul from evil

With crosses, bibles, holy words, and needles

Redrum, voices, evil dead, they told me

I snatched the cross, jigged the priest in the head and left him holey

(damn) My spiritual circle is evil, priests they attacked it

They jumped all over my flesh and put me in a straightjacket

Strapped me to the bed the priest screamed as he bled

They tackled me and shackled me from my feet up to my head

(dang) Now I lay to rest no longer stressing my escape

I fall deep into a dream, I see those spirits and I awake

(mmmm) Now I lay, me down, to sleep

I pray the lord, my soul, to keep

And if I should die, before I awake

I pray the lord, my soul to take

Another time my mind dwelled on a spell

I heard the cries from the dead souls burning in hell

Visions of their flesh, drowning in the flood

Well under hallucinations I seen heads soaked in blood

(damn) I snapped back to reality, and asked for my bible

Opened it up, in hurried confusion reachin for survival

(mmmm) When all of a sudden, I'm overpowered by that curse

(dang) The psalms that I've read, made my visions worse

(mmmm, dang) Seen a therapist, told him spirits tried to bury me

Spilled what was on my mind when I was done HE needed therapy

He recommended a baptism, a sacrifice

My soul rose to heaven but was cast back down by Christ

(damn) In forms of thunder, rain hail, heavy winds

Not even the blood of Christ, could cleanse my Concious of Sin