A Gospel

Handed down from fathers to sons

It was a hatred of weakness and a love of guns

A tale of peace but not in our times

To save our souls and stop the crimes

Marching onwards but a-going nowhere

So how many now can truthfully swear

That they see no evil, do no wrong?

The ad-mat agents, the writers of song

The bankers, the poets, the modern day seers

Clouding an issue that was never quite clear

Oh yeah

Sent through the ages of boy to man

The living testament of making a stand

Killing the wicked and raising the dead

Eating propaganda, shit spoon-fed

Grasping for wisdom but think all the same

So how many innocents now can they claim?

That they're playing with fire and get burnt

And through the same mistakes, are never get learnt

Hoping for a time it'll fall in place

Faith shall show as our saving grace

It's like that, aw (Hey)

It don't stop, y'all (Hey)

We're too much, y'all (Hey)

To the top, oh (Hey)

Check this out

Handed down from God with love

Was a whole wide world and some above

But not content to share their land

Greed was shown as the winning hand

And those whose greed was strongest of all

Took upon himself to lead the call

That some must work while others rest

Without the question of what is the best

The leaders, the losers, even kings

Pass the rifle butt that tyranny brings

That's right, y'all (Hey)

Now take that, ah (Hey)

We're too much, y'all (Hey)

Don't stop, come on (Hey)

It's not a rat race, it's not a drag race

It's not an arm's race 'cause that's a mad race

But if we're all a part of the human race

Then why ain't this matter, just brace, come on

Anybody, everybody

Somebody, anybody

Anybody in the house, just tell me

(Just tell me)

Said, alright, alright, if you're sad and blue

And if you don't know just what to do

Then communication is the key

It's a gift that we're given free

Passed on down to the chosen few

A promise of freedom, a breadline queue

Ghetto, gateaux, eating it too

You try to wash it down with a cola brew

The first amendment, hunt for reds

A conscious contradiction with something said

That they see no evil, hands clasped tight

A cocaine culture offers no fight

Dragged from birth and drugged to death

The common excuse is just being yourself

That's right, y'all (Hey)

Take that, ah (Hey)

To the top, oh (Hey)

Keep it rock, oh (Hey)

Check this out

So hand us down before it's too late

The strength and wisdom to change our state

Governed by evil and all it will bring

Can't wait for the day they do the lamppost swing

And then no mercy should then be shown

For you cannot reason with the devil's own

They say, they hear no evil, hands clasped tight

To shut out the victims' screams of Uncle Sam's fights

He sweats, he strains, his boney frame comes

Into the womb of an innocent one

I said, into the womb of an innocent one

Into the womb of an innocent one