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tom (emcee from australia) - nails lyrics

they put nails through the flesh of my father
yet the weight of the stress is getting the rate of my heart up
shards of glass are caught up in my frail race+running feet
that’s the rest of my cards, are on the table, guess the money’s free
either that or i’m docking fees
gotta keep watching who i’m pointing the finger at
it’s like me calling the sinners black+hearted
when in reality, my god is up against god himself
this art itself is wealth to the poorest of men
without starting h+ll, we let the self fall in the den
these lions crawl with the men
again, watch what i’m calling the best
the law will divide the goats and the sheep
sheesh, i hope it’s not me to ask to go to the bottom
but if the devil’s taking my mother, [?], uh
i might have to go low with it
this is homegrown [?], not a solo effort
i hold no regrets
leave them in these chests
on the mic the only time i speak free from the chest
won’t regress for any men
no, i won’t regress for any
through the lights, cameras and action, glamor, glitters and gold
i survived through my dad’s matches lit in his nose
reached the heights of a dragon and it’s written in stone
find time standing with [?], couldn’t get it alone
blink and miss what you’re owed
this thing is ticking a blow and
i might have to plan just to clamor with [?]s like
up on the old news, [?]
disregard what they told you, it holds no truth like
sometimes a judge perpetuates rape when we’re meant to represent greatness
preaching priests can make men perfect, even save them
so we repent our purses [?]
we have lost faith, moving outpaced through a lost race
sometimes i even question if i should pray or just call it a long day
let my thoughts lay on the dumb page
and let myself wonder what would god say like
sometimes the church is the inception of trauma
when we’re meant to represent the death of the perfected author of us
yet we torture and rob the hearts of the young
and c+n+lize horror, disgust as be more than enough
i mean a couple hundred years ago, the church owned people, sold people, struck the bare backs of those people
like we’re not equal
just open and [?] slaves the same way the state did jesus, heh
maybe that’s just human weakness when you lead the [?] for [?] of power and the truth leaves
and if this next week and hour is truly our last
i know i’m no better than the ones who put nails through the flesh of my father

- tom emcee from australia lyrics

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