Rigor Mortis

Rigor mortis set in before a brother took a step walking dead took a breath in my head Secrets kept like. But you don't know though

Esoteric wisdom

I dare to square the prism

beware to stare at gimmicks

The bread is stale and sickening

Substance insufficient but a prayer can scare the wicked

above my inhibitions I didn't dug out deeper ditches

If justice kills the mockingbird I'll rumble with these benches

When blinded by the trench can't help but question your position

When flipping through the scripture I had ran across a sentence that had made a Niga figure they had tampered with the picture

God painted on the ceiling with his dominating image out reaching for his children and Away from every Niga