BONES

Too many bones for them

Visions caught up in the way

I invision that I imprisoned evil in a cage with my head up in the cloud

That's heaven but demons too listen fifty more times before it knocks some two cents in my mind

I'ma flip a penny to make you clowns wise that if any change I still have

I'ma spare another to make you thieves think I've done it countless of times

So, who would've thought of a wall being a canvas I paint on

Who would've picked up a brick and stack it with clay off

I'ma thank you for hell for what I get paid for and make you chase God

I ain't a little notepad for you to write your name on

We are two different separate sheets of paper with your page wrong