Spiritual Healing

Dalek

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    Who you pray to, my god the black god?
    Who you pray to, my god the brown god?
    Who you pray to, my god the white god?
    Your reaction's kind of odd for a kid who loves to nod.

    I wear skin like jesus
    Sick of bullshit preachers
    Concerned with aborted fetus
    But don't give a fuck who feeds us.
    Speech so tedious,
    If abraham freed us,
    Why there still abner louima's?
    Been slaves since days of julius caesar
    Man's need to dominate overshadows need to breath
    Pray to your pagan gods while your twisting all those trees
    Scraped knees don't prove what you believe
    Your blind faith passed to your seeds,
    Killed our garden type weeds,
    Turn around and blame it on eve.
    While you blame me for blemishing our family tree
    I'll uproot all of humanity.

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    Who you pray to, my god the black god?
    Who you pray to, my god the brown god?
    Who you pray to, my god the white god?
    Your reaction's kind of odd for a kid who loves to nod.

    Sick of true blasphemy,
    Religion pure alchemy
    And gold lines no lead streets
    Blessed are the meek who reek in honesty
    True green lie in botany,
    They're hawking me from high atop the food chain
    Deciding who to blame for each and every heartless act
    Weight of elements exact
    I retain no tact and spit the pure fact
    Mixed with blood from split tongue
    Collapsed lung only help to breath diseased atmosphere
    Expect me to adhere to your bullshit code of silence
    Speak till dawn of violence
    They say no man's an island...
    I've watched the youth,
    These kids is wildin'

    Who you pray to, my god the black god?
    Who you pray to, my god the brown god?
    Who you pray to, my god the white god?
    Your reaction's kind of odd for a kid who loves to nod

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