| Yo, I was in the game
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| And when you dealing with all that death?
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| Sometimes spirits come back and haunt you
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| My life, sometimes, be haunted, by my memories
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| Visions in my head, show me diggin up, my enemies
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| I hate to go to sleep because of the dread that’s in my head
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| At times I find myself running from shadows of the dead
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| They try to pull me under, and bury me alive
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| I wake up, thinking it’s over, a good thing I survived
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| They pull me back to sleep, and seperate my soul
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| From my body, and put my blood and flesh in a hole
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| Ahh dig it’s worse, now the curse, caves my faith in
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| I rose from beneath the surface of the earth, as Satan
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| Inflicting people with war, drugs, diseases
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| Jumped up, go back to sleep, resurrected, ahh Jesus
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| Healing, the same motherfuckers I just inflicted
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| Spreading righteousness, the word of God, my mind is twisting
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| A holy war in the mental, I’m sort of brain dead
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| Spirits got me under pressure and they’re fucking up my head
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| Now I lay, me down, to sleep
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| I pray the lord, my soul, to keep
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| And if I should die, before, I awake
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| I pray the lord, my soul to take
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| A priest, performed an exorcist when I was conceived at birth
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| The casting of the demon off the earth
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| Devils, worship me like a thesis
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| Nurses, rolled me in a room full of priests
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| Where they attempted to cleanse my soul from evil
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| With crosses, bibles, holy words, and needles
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| Redrum, voices, evil dead, they told me
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| I snatched the cross, jigged the priest in the head and left him holey
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| (damn) My spiritual circle is evil, priests they attacked it
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| They jumped all over my flesh and put me in a straightjacket
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| Strapped me to the bed the priest screamed as he bled
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| They tackled me and shackled me from my feet up to my head
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| (dang) Now I lay to rest no longer stressing my escape
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| I fall deep into a dream, I see those spirits and I awake
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| (mmmm) Now I lay, me down, to sleep
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| I pray the lord, my soul, to keep
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| And if I should die, before I awake
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| I pray the lord, my soul to take
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| Another time my mind dwelled on a spell
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| I heard the cries from the dead souls burning in hell
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| Visions of their flesh, drowning in the flood
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| Well under hallucinations I seen heads soaked in blood
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| (damn) I snapped back to reality, and asked for my bible
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| Opened it up, in hurried confusion reachin for survival
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| (mmmm) When all of a sudden, I’m overpowered by that curse
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| (dang) The psalms that I’ve read, made my visions worse
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| (mmmm, dang) Seen a therapist, told him spirits tried to bury me
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| Spilled what was on my mind when I was done HE needed therapy
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| He recommended a baptism, a sacrifice
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| My soul rose to heaven but was cast back down by Christ
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| (damn) In forms of thunder, rain hail, heavy winds
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| Not even the blood of Christ, could cleanse my Concious of Sin |