Luyện nghe bài hát Death Messiah

Did protons and create the earth?
Or did Allah meditate and it's birth?
Is in this place a curse?
Or should I pray on my knees and it's dirt?
(yeah)
I don't know if a reason I'm here,
I feel the only thing that's driving me is and fear.
(yeah)
And death to me conceivably near,
So I don't give a fuck what you bout me reachin for beer.
(Damn)
I don't worry anymore what my friends do,
I have a urgent matter to attend to.
Is there something bigger when I die and vanish?
weaves everyone and everything into a canvas?
I'm not smart enough to I have a resolution,
I'll be a man with mediocre constitution.
My father told me that blood and intoxicate,
And tyranny is a product of his father's hate.

I the guilt and the sins of the father,
And recognize what's built and what from the author.
man is not a machine,
He need a surface and a purpose and a for being.
Either way I'm going to stick my fam',
Regardless if a dream of a ridiculous man.
And I'm becoming more every day,
So all the questions have faded away.
Some of the things I said I hated to say,
But blame mother fucker you made it this way.
I don't think I would even if I was to stay,
I don't think you I would sit to the angles and pray.
But everybody got to deal thyself,
If they cut another throat for the wealth.
If it's a are you man enough to deal with the help?
Or are you destined for the of concealing yourself?
(yeah)

I'm trying to deal the thirty years I spent in prison,
Not the physical, of existentialism.
Ive backed myself into a previously deposition,
When all I ever had to do is just and listen.
Why cant everybody me alone,
I'm the only one who'd need to see that Ive grown.
You ain't smart enough to see I know,
Id like to stab and let me fuckin bleed til' I go.
But I'm too scared would happen on the other side,
Trying to fight the good fight how of us died?
I know if I trust the people that hang with me.
Is it God, or is it the big bang
I know really good people and they slang near me,
But I don't that comically they should hang really.
At thirty years old I don't peace yet,
And I ain't got out of the belly of the yet.