Whimsical Blasphemy

They wonder why we fall from grace

Maybe it's because I didn't know my place

A God damn disgrace 

Speaking in the name of God's ways, forgotten 

The product of his son begotten 

Go ahead and blame the devil 

Grab a shovel, find yourself comfortable level

 

Understand my words well 

Because, I don't see him putting me through hell 

Ever since I was born, I was cursed to curse

Ignorant to the design 

held accountable my entire life

Because your grown ass couldn't grow up

Bitter, stuck in a rut

Didn't give a fuck

Do as I say not as I do. 

Can't I have my cake and eat it too.

Hating on my own reflection 

I see nothing but you reflecting 

Now, here we are. I told you so, God damn

I guess it's all in God's plan.

They wonder why we fall from grace

Maybe it's because I didn't know my place

A God damn disgrace 

Speaking in the name of God's ways, forgotten 

The product of his son begotten 

Go ahead and blame the devil 

Grab a shovel, find yourself comfortable level

 

Understand my words well 

Because, I don't see him putting me through hell 

I was born in hell, was it God's design 

As I sit here in rewind 

About to fucken loose my mind 

They said he give me a sign

Or maybe it was in his plan to infiltrate the devil's den.

Experience sin

Understand why this is the world we live in

I'm burning, and it hurts. I was told he wouldn't let me suffer more than I could bare. 

He recognizes every single strain of hair. 

But after burning so long, to be honest, I don't think he really cares.

It's ironic how when I finally can see the light. It was all due to God's might. My reward, pat on the back and keep up the good fight. 

And I say to myself, feeling blessed, why me

Still waiting for him to test the rest, why the fuck are you only messing with me

They wonder why we fall from grace

Maybe it's because I didn't know my place

A God damn disgrace 

Speaking in the name of God's ways, forgotten 

The product of his son begotten 

Go ahead and blame the devil 

Grab a shovel, find yourself comfortable level

 

Understand my words well 

Because, I don't see him putting me through hell 

You plague me with all the pains in God's name

Trying to force me to live a life not my own in vain

You reason away and downplay my pain

The way you take credit and demand credit for all the good work I do is insane. 

If you knew your kid was a bad apple, why let it happen 

A person who never makes mistakes fuck up big time should of been tappin 

Of all people no one was forcen 

Maybe should of considered an abortion 

They wonder why we fall from grace

Maybe it's because I didn't know my place

A God damn disgrace 

Speaking in the name of God's ways, forgotten 

The product of his son begotten 

Go ahead and blame the devil 

Grab a shovel, find yourself comfortable level

 

Understand my words well 

Because I don't see him putting me through hell.