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slick ross - who's the martyr? lyrics

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he who is the martyr has risen seven feet taller
than the grave he dug himself in the wake of all this horror
he called me on the 7th day, so i ride for him like a chevrolet
cause i’m down like souped up
suspensions for my fellow travelers to heavens gate

i levitate between the kinship of yesterday
and the foreshadowed moments
that set the stage for this mess you made
in which ‘i am’ what i’m not your finger led the way
i am not being deceiving so please believe it
when i say i’m done with your confession booth
your preaching was misleading, in fact

i am not being deceiving in general
but i’m being painted as general of satan’s army
on our messy road
you know which road
this ones m-ssive no one outside understands it
which is why you done took advantage
and camouflaged it into your own bandage
for your self inflicted wounds

you write up public p-ssage and p-ss it off like its the truth
but your scriptures are ambiguous on purpose just fit the script
of any current narrative to save your grace from sins within

they say that cleanliness is right up there with godliness
but gods hand are drenched in blood from all the politics
they say were heathens
the worlds bleeding cause we don’t honor him
and yet their form of ‘honor’ is thermite pools
and impoverished kids?

who’s the martyr?
the ones who takes sunday school attendance
or the brown kid who’s starving?

the stone in which you carved your rules upon
is ruled upon by the m-ss of open hearts
that are drowning in your pond
the only thing that kept them afloat was the message you wrote
but once proven falsified you let it all go

the sick sing songs of paradise up in the afterlife
in an attempt to appear less zombie
like they proceed to give sermons and grab the mic
a satellite isn’t half as high as the self
appointed podium you b-st-rdized
and now all that’s left in the wake is awake
individuals uniting in a separatist state

there is real treasure at stake
but your maps meant to decay
because you never went straight
deny redemption and pay

despite the fact that your evidence lacks
a substantial approach to consider it facts
oh look, a blast from the past of your blasphemous past
so what can you say about that?
im done with it, i said f-ck this sh-t
you take the holy truth and you front flip it
everybody mad because son’s sinning
but when the “sun”‘s sinning you just run with it..

they say that cleanliness is right up there with godliness
but gods hand are drenched in blood from all the politics
they say were heathens
the worlds bleeding cause we don’t honor him
and yet their form of ‘honor’ is thermite pools
and impoverished kids?

who’s the martyr?
the ones who takes sunday school attendance
or the brown kid who’s starving?

- slick ross lyrics

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