I, The Worst ft. FETUS

Duration

4:47

Genres

Bust It Like Busta

Description

Lyrics

VERSE I: I walk this rocky path alone. A nomad I don't have a home. Like a plant when it hasn't grown. I'm a bright light when it hasn't shone. If anybody knows of the darkness. Somebody show me the way. I'm just a broke down man. Without a hope, or a plan. Waiting for someone to look my way. God forgive me for the sins I created they weren't even in the book yet. So, if you see me in the streets or you see me incomplete just pass me by don't even look back. I know, I come from a land made up of mistakes chaos and degradation. The past is in the past & we're right now. Just hope that heaven's waiting. I aint holding my breath for that. I aint gonna see no angels. Fatal. I only know that I'll meet my death and release my breath and be on that table. Just open me up then & empty me out. There's no time for mourning, glory. Spread the ashes all cross the stormy South. Understand what my story bout. & Understand that I'm only one man. With one opinion and no dominion. I know what I wrote could invoke some friction. Quoting my own prediction. Another mile of this hopeless decision. In broken condition again. Next time you wanna walk in my shoes just know one day that road's gonna end. HOOK: There are those who Kill. Those who Lie & Those who disrespect. There's those who rob and steal. Those who are Heretics. There are motherfuckers everybody understands are criminals hiding behind God. When everybody sees right through the facade. But just right now as the tears roll south and the angels cry. A giant hearse. Filled with the enemies I've cast aside rolls by. A tyrants verse. Speaking only of an unclean life. Tis I, the Worst. Staring blindly to a sun bleached sky. VERSE III: Is anybody out there? Can you hear the screaming? Can you hear the Demon's laughing? Does anybody understand why we gotta be here? Why all this needed to happen? Addictions plaguing our classes. Affliction came from disasters. I just wanna make a bed in the sand, Put my head in my hands and pray for the rapture. This life is not playing fair. I pop in the air, people stopping to stare. Aint nobody stopping me there. I'm a peasant in the streets & a God in my lair. When they compare these times we live in to the end of days. They expect the hopeless to go to their holy ways and pray to a lord they made. Maybe divinity isn't the way to the kingdom. Maybe the trumpets will never ring. Maybe all the visions of the cherubim's wings. And the Seraphim's singing are fictional things. We're given eyes so we could see the light. Didn't anybody tell you don't believe the hype? Or did they only tell you of the evil demons & heathens trying to deceive your life? You need to wake up. You can't pretend there's no alarms going off in your head. Watch the world starve while the government's fed? Some would rather suffer instead. Some will fall victim to menacing creatures of evil they tried to contain. Some will fall back when there's thunder ahead. Some will march into the rain.