Prophets of Baal Lyrics

Can't stand incarceration

Modern institutionalization

No matter how much time you facing

Hold on to your patience

Banana peels we be lacing

When the Spice is right

Almost like a vacation

Smoking the weed outside

Missing the fresh air, crickets, and sunshine

Next time man, no surrender cause I would rather die

Tell me why, we don't give a shit and we get high

Ask for commissary from your bitch on the side

Sometimes I think that I am better off dead

Repeating the words the old prophets said

C.O.'s power trip as if they were Feds

Can't take the money power with you after you're dead

A fucking statue of you is the best that you get

Trying to make us stand up and sit as if we're you're fucking pets

Lay down slow hoe, wherever you made your bed

But when we get at you, we chop off your fucking head

Just staying to myself in in this world of living hell

Can't stand to watch the TV of others living well

Most here for doing violence or fucking crack sales

Those who stay, are the ones who can't afford bail

Again and again, I ask myself

What the fuck did I do? I'd rather be in a cell

Never sold my soul no matter how bad I felt

Like the day that Elijah slew the prophets of Baal

Praying to Jesus that Babylon release us

Punk-ass CO took motherfucker's rosary pieces

Cursing the faggot that he would rest in feces

But that's just how life in the belly of the Beast is

Pray every day, to awake deceased

Motherfuckers looking like they got AIDS or disease

You get fucked up, if you dumb or you weak

And it's always better off, when you watching your speech

Just a little game, that's coming from the dungeon

You can go insane, lose all of your vital functions

'Cause this is one place, you can't survive upon assumptions

Or else you become a luncheon for the predator's consumption

Staying to myself in in this world of living hell

Can't stand to watch the TV of others living well

Most here for doing violence or fucking crack sales

Those who stay, are the ones who can't afford no bail

Again and again, I ask myself

What the fuck did I do? I'd rather be in a cell

Never sold my soul no matter how bad I felt

Like the day that Elijah slew the prophets of Baal

Hit them in the chest; like Shoryuken on Sagat

Leave them bent and scarred for like all these little faggots

Until I die, until I live my life

Until I finally decide, that there's more to life than just the fight

No 2Pac, things are still the same

Still more perpetrators putting themself in the game

That's why I never joined

No crew or gang, cause in the end it just don't pay

Not for me anyway

In the City where even the angels balling

So many cats catch the vapors of crack and now they fallen

Never ever thought that prophecy would be my calling

But like Jesus whom I follow; it's either no way or all in

Staying to myself in in this world of living hell

Can't stand to watch the TV of others living well

Most here for doing violence or fucking crack sales

Those who stay, are the ones who can't afford no bail

Again and again, I ask myself

What the fuck did I do? I'd rather be in a cell

Never sold my soul no matter how bad I felt

Like the day that Elijah slew the prophets of Baal