[Chorus - Brother Ali] - 2X Have mercy on me my Lord I'm just tryin to walk to the corner store And the brown and blue armies are always at war What on Earth they wanna harm me for? - I don't know [Verse 1 - Brother Ali] We raise monsters in the basement Feed 'em shell casings and train 'em to chase us We rip most the pages out Of the Bibles and Qur'ans, in this house it's their view we care about Such as God has forsaken us And from his anger gush forth plagues and floods The chosen people done stoned the great prophets His mighty wrath stay upon us 'til the day of judgment We spend days punchin brick walls The scabs we rip 'em off and fill them ******* with salt To all injury we add insult Got a leather bound edition of **** that ain't our fault Swabbin down the bridges with lighter fluid Too timid to burn 'em, we pray the lightning do it I wear this mask 'til my face grow to fit it Frozen in a paradigm, waitin out my sentence Livin in a well (well), self made Hell (Hell) Medicated, dwellin in a pit within myself I waste time patiently, sufferin the pain And kindly invite you to Hell for not savin me I see a poor victim's face Reflected on the pawn shop glass pistol case The breath make it foggy and then it gets clear Now which metal here would fit best in the ear? [Chorus] [Outro - Brother Ali - talking] We gon' dig us a ditch, move directly to the edge and live on that **** File the dice so as the seven never hits and palm the joker, reverse magic trick (no ****) Yes ****, we gon' dig us a ditch, move directly to the edge and live on that **** File the dice so the eleven never hits and palm the joker
[Chorus - Brother Ali] - 2X Have mercy on me my Lord I'm just tryin to walk to the corner store And the brown and blue armies are always at war What on Earth they wanna harm me for? - I don't know [Verse 1 - Brother Ali] We raise monsters in the basement Feed 'em shell casings and train 'em to chase us We rip most the pages out Of the Bibles and Qur'ans, in this house it's their view we care about Such as God has forsaken us And from his anger gush forth plagues and floods The chosen people done stoned the great prophets His mighty wrath stay upon us 'til the day of judgment We spend days punchin brick walls The scabs we rip 'em off and fill them ******* with salt To all injury we add insult Got a leather bound edition of **** that ain't our fault Swabbin down the bridges with lighter fluid Too timid to burn 'em, we pray the lightning do it I wear this mask 'til my face grow to fit it Frozen in a paradigm, waitin out my sentence Livin in a well (well), self made Hell (Hell) Medicated, dwellin in a pit within myself I waste time patiently, sufferin the pain And kindly invite you to Hell for not savin me I see a poor victim's face Reflected on the pawn shop glass pistol case The breath make it foggy and then it gets clear Now which metal here would fit best in the ear? [Chorus] [Outro - Brother Ali - talking] We gon' dig us a ditch, move directly to the edge and live on that **** File the dice so as the seven never hits and palm the joker, reverse magic trick (no ****) Yes ****, we gon' dig us a ditch, move directly to the edge and live on that **** File the dice so the eleven never hits and palm the joker
