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Porno - Blind to religion

Vår Hiphop - Lyricism

   

2009-02-11 23:52

Porno - Blind to religion

Vers 1:
Coming straight out the motherland/
On some other plans/
Certified psycho, Ive been rubber stamped/
Ive been labeled and placed in slots/
Erased and dropped, connecting thoughts, chasing dots/
Good gracious, Im not in his good graces, I should make it/
A lot of it stood vacant/
Now Im standing in the glare, lungs grabbing for some air/
Tounge stabbing all my words, some asking for despair/
Drum playing to the note, others praying for some hope/

Vers 2:
Hands clasped tight like their holding a fly/
The torture lays bay so theyre hoping theyll die/
But fates to cruel, throwing a one sided die/
There a one sided sigh, and it comes from inside/
When the soul exhales from your crumbling life/
There a one sided sigh, and it comes from inside/
And your cold and grey feeling numb from inside/
Cause you know theyll fail, theres no asking him why/
Why is it so beautiful for children to cry/

Vers 3:
But life goes on, naw death is forever/
Dead ringers, lead bringers, when the trigger pulled back/
The slug left the muzzle, like the hiphop 90s aint no bringing it back/
But still were clinging to that, that the dream will emerge at the end of the track/
But at the end it is black, and all you hear is a scream/
Cuase his residents black, and the decadence lasts cause no one, no one can leave/
No one can leave, from the home of evil/

Utro:
Blind to religion, our faith is as deep as the next mans pockets/
TV Preachers and harlette saints building babel rockets/
We refuse to believe what hasnt been scientifically proved/
Rooted in technology were social parapalegics that cant be spiritually moved/
Using bibles for political toilet paper what heracys next/
Relics are museum fodder and miracles cgi, special effects/
Resurrection will be the death of me yet/
Speaking in tounges, naww... that just the tourettes/
Dressed for success, lets all buy our cross at H&M/
And Judas can dress up in lables of graded goods to forsake his freind/
Make them ends, not water to wine, I knew they wouldnt remember me/
Cause if jesus was alive today he would be a c-list celebrity/