Shabazz The Disciple
"Crime Saga" 12" single
Conscious Of Sin
[Shabazz The Disciple]
Yo this be chapter 2, Conscious Of Sin
My mind 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, thinkin it's over and thinking I survived
They pull me back to sleep and separate my soul
From my body, and put my bloody flesh in a hole
Ahh shit gets worse, now the curse caves my faith in
It rose from beneath the surface of the earth as Satan
Inflicting people with war, drugs, diseases
Jumped up, fell back to sleep, resurrected, ahh Jesus
Healing the same motherfuckers I just inflicted
Spreading righteousness, the word of God, my mind is twisted
A holy war in the mental, I'm sort of brain dead
Spirits got me under pressure and they're fuckin up my head
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord my soul to keep
But 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 roll 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
Now I lay to rest no longer stressin my escape
I fall deep into a dream, I see those spirits and I awake
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord my soul to keep
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 cries from the dead souls burnin in hell
Visions of their flesh drownin in the flood
While under hallucination 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
When all of a sudden, I'm overpowered by that curse
The psalms that I've read made my visions worse
Seen a therapist, told him spirits tried to bury me
Spilled what was on my mind, when I was done he needed therapy (damn)
He recommended a baptism, a sacrifice
My soul rose to heaven but was cast back down by Christ
In forms of thunder, rain, hail, heavy winds
Not even the blood of Christ could cleanse my Conscious Of Sin
So yo, goin through those spiritual Chambers dealin with death
Come back to haunt you in the mental
No doubt, straight up that Red Hook voodoo shit
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