Tongue tied, brain fried
through the trials been tried
Mammon's law defied
In the wild I cried
To the Lord that I confide in
Who washes me from sin
When I play this game
I play it to win
When I say His name
I say it with a grin
His light fills me to the brim
Guides me at a whim
Through this flood He helps me swim
Even with a broken limb The Paschal Lamb
That the world calls a sham
Is the One that laid the land
That you raise your fam on
From eons by gone
By peons that once shone
Amidst the dark landscape
Of this flat earthen plate
Now met untimely fates
While trying to satiate
The wild fleshly tastes and desires
For warmth comfort and fire
All for which it can make you a liar
A buyer of false security
From divine insecurity
That you lying to your inner purity
Lord knows that you've heard of He
But it's fear that stops the start to your belief
In the only source that could ever give you the relief
That you seek He calls the meek
Before the eighth day of the week
As the signs of His coming begin to leak
Look at the sky for itself it speaks
Of the coming labours and havok that shall wreak

You know I live care free except for when I ***
Gotta be free of all the ***** or impurity
Left in me. Bladder's seen better days
Way back before the ketamine phase

You know that I have had a change of ways
Not burdened by debt of sin caged in haze
The Lord in His wealth could afford to pays
Keeps me in good health as I give Him praise

You know that He owns me spirit, mind, and body
He's a carpenter, repaired the doorway of my psyche
Gave me holy gifts of healing to replace the reiki
His Spirit lives inside see, so Satan get behind me

I was born of Clan Moffatt
Of Uranian-Gemini style
My wallet isn't fat
It hasn't been for a while
'Cause I have addiction
Running through my veins
A nurtured condition
The source a traumatic pain
I lost my youth and innocence
By the time I was five
Too young to make any sense
But I tried to survive
Got put on speedy medications
To try and calm my nervous mind
Diagnosed the wrong conditions
The real root they couldn't find
A little later I started abusing it
Just to feel any bit of life
Sick of being abused to ****
Tired of fighting through the strife
Of being used as a tool
And treated like a slave
Judged as a gay fool
I tried my best to behave
But being constantly persecuted
For having a Jewish heritage
Makes your perception deluded
Immense stress for my age
I lost my mind for a moment
Alright it may be several
So into psychosis I was sent
Time for a mental overhaul
Removed myself from her Den
Of torture, malice, and neglect
Thought it better back then
To move in with a schizophrenic
At least it gave me the foundation
To find myself some steady work
And to finish secondary education
Music and Love were my handiwork
They were nothingness and unity
When they became one I did embark
On a spiral journey of golden purity
Through the lower Sephiroth dark
I put my mind and spirit through hell
Consuming every psychedelic insight
Drinking deep and long of the well
And fell into a slumber of the dark night
Dreaming of Dimethyl Dreams
Delving endlessly deliriously
My consciousness bursting at the seams
The experiences changing rapidly
I dreamt until my mind broke
And into a silent abyss I went
Until by God's grace I awoke
And saw how much life I lent
To sinners and saints alike
How much love I had left
Not even enough to grab the mic
This expresses of a deeper theft
Routed in unnecessary self deprivation
Thinking always of what others need
Forgetting about my own self preservation
I thought those were my hearts to feed
All through His golden light
Did I finally return
To fight the good fight
Saved my *** from the burn
Of Hellfires and earthly desire
Baptized in His Holy Spirit
Finally in Him did I inquire
What I should do if he see fit
"Lo and behold my son,
All you need to do is look inside,
Your gifts are a burning sun."
In my heart His talent doth reside
To speak in musing tongues
To play a Lyre's healing tone
If only I could climb these wrungs
Then His talent I could hone.

I refuse to abuse the information
Or accuse to confuse Son sensation
It's just bust or elation
These waters rust relations
Readily reprise all re-creations
Heavy on reprisal wrought in radiation
Of Free-Radical Radial Radio recreation
See that at all ****** or catch this bat call
That's some sonar and so far none at all
Can fall on me no **** got a gimp limp
No descendant of wimp, imp, or chimp
Those simply either geezer or ether
Style stay froze door close freezer
When I was younger I'd listen to Weezer
Singing bout being Buddy but I be neither
Just a man in search for Wisdom I need her

I may have lived life homeless but I was never boneless
Stand strong trying to hone this, own this, by His throne sit
I don't want material wealth, that get's jacked off the shelf
I got His spiritual health, this kind of gold never melt
I play the hand I'm dealt with these rhymes I've felt
On the mountain top I belt cries to YHWH for help
In this Hip-Hop game not in it for fame or gelt
But to share His name, to save you from a welt
Dealt by Michael the warrior Archangel
Who beat down the perfect Cherub that fell
Lucifer is destined for hell, Dante's Inferno
Driving young men to cocktails of sterno
Burn though it may worse it be that day
When our Lord and Saviour returns to their dismay.

I'm suffocating without compare
Drowning in a sea of panic I shout "Unfair"
Time's defecating on all that has been waiting
Frowning at my screams that are sounding
Replicating a monumental crowning
Separating from all around me
Contusions have induced confusion
Making me question "is this all an illusion"
A fusion of a lesson, and sins confession
Losing the best of any possible relation
My desire for His Fire another complication
Am I a liar for not giving her communication
That this might halt us sharing sensation
That his sight shalt cause me to be shun
By the one whom I love, at least it's been fun

The Lord keeps me quickened
With His burnin wine blood.
Sinner gets Word he's sickened
'Cause their fate is the flood.
Wickin your idols like wicker
This Word that protrude is sure ta
Make knots out of your nickers.
While I heard you is a rude *****
No flippin bird. I'm a Jigga,
One of them scotch sippin Jewish ******
Switch the first lettas in Jew and *****,
What you get is New, Jigga

Go figure

Yourself out, and what you're about.
No need to tout your ego and shout.
Like go ahead call me a ****,
I can't hear ya when your talk is trite;
Words don't cause me tantrums tike.
Little one the end has just begun.
Put down your gun, since before the beginning His Son has already won, before you were even sinning;
In a sense, innocense.
His Immaculate timing is waiting for the start of your pitiful whining
For mercy from the Lord you still curse G.

As my neck is embraced by the rough hewn rope,
The same rope that intends to strangle my last hope,
and life from this form,
Twitching, and swaying,
My body hanging warm.
Instead of six feet under laying,
I am in the desolate courtyard
Vultures circle overhead
Sun beats down hard
The earth too hot to lay in bed
To get a much needed repose
Rejuvination at its best
All I really need I suppose
Is to give my heart its rest.
Inject the ****** through my chest,
Needle point in my heart,
Plunger depressed,
I get my final rest.

I'm just a
Regular guy
Trying to bring
Christ's Light
Into
The
World

Livin life without *
Oh you didn't hear
It start's with f
If it get's in your ear
It'll eff your whole year
If the sign you see here
Is this rhyme scheme, Cheers
You're living life without fears.
While you were putting 5 carrats in your baby girl's ear
I was plotting on planting carrots in a plot not so near
Where the ***** hoes sift earth
Not ***** hoes who's only gift is givin birth

So I wrote a Notorious word to the Crook King
of Brooklyn who wrote the street book
Based on how the street he took
with feet quite fleet.
You know his spirit i did meet,
first last year on bicycle day
A tab of acid found its way
on my tongue it lay,
in the bathroom mirror I was prone to say,
"Biggie Smalls, Biggie Smalls, Biggie Smalls" and my heart did in fear fall,
Thought to myself
"I swear I hear a glock click near my left ear" so I got the hell out of there.
The second time was a bit more fair,
the air of a fellow player, yao slanger,
beat banger, he spat a 16 bar prayer
of how he was an unknowing player
In His plan a silent hand of hope
for all the ****** that are broke.
That the Sky is the limit,
only make moves when your heart's in it,
then you are guaranteed to win it.
Ain't no sin against it,
**** the world don't ask it for ****;
that's word to BIG