Shabazz The Disciple

Concious Of Sin

Shabazz The Disciple


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