So Call It A Crime
Over what he finds to be a blessin'
others go on about stressin'
By second guessin'
He finds this very hard pressin'
One could say he took the low road
While walkin' with a slow strode
In order to take a listen to what the crow crowed
Knowin' from its beak not much of a flow flowed
It wasn't until he was a bit past his prime
When the Most High decided to put a little meanin' to his rhyme
He finally saw beyond space and time
So call it a crime
When his minds elevated
He has visions
That stand to be debated
He receives provisions
From God to be allocated
Makin' his decisions
Not to be infiltrated
A secret he likes to keep
Is how he sees himself as a doll sheep
From peak to peak taken a leap
On mountain tops spendin' time to weep
Amongst angel's left to sleep
From Gods bounty left to reap
He stands with the strength of ten
men
Like a rooster watchin' over one to many of a hen
Yet he's still considered a less than
A real zero
A far cry from a hero
One things for certain you'll never find him to be a tyro
In the hands of a man like Nero
I thank The Lord for cleanin' his plate
Still all the dirt has left an ugly stain
It looks like a world of love and hate
Travelin' on a run away train
I'm glad he got off before it was to late
He watches the good the bad and the ugly all go round for round
On the pavement he sets out to pound
He's even seen the hellhound
Durin' a time of bein' spellbound
He lives in the underground
Standin' strong on its battleground
Gettin' down to his own sound
Always seein' what's in the foreground
What it is he likes to spit
pulls a man out of a pit
So he carries on with it
Even if his lip gets split
Cause he really does give a shit
Here's a God given revelation
He found the road to be a mysterious creation
Upon it he chose to work out his own Salvation
As long as he's found robed in The Most high
in his time to die
He's off to the big gig in the sky
I tell you no lie
His hearts full proof
never to be found aloof
About the truth
He's going out with style
Wearin' a huge smile
Knowin' he's out of this giant dung pile
and off to walk those streets made of gold tile
Feelin' more energy then he did at the peak of bein' juvenile