Lyrics Nefarious Verses - X-Raided

Nefarious Verses

These are the thug songs
It was my destiny
To carry the curse
It was written so let it be
The nefarious verses
This is my legacy
Consider it food for thought
This is my recipe
These are the thug songs
Hellish and heavenly
I can see the light ahead of me
Maybe I’ll rest in peace
The nefarious verses
This is my legacy
Consider it food for thought
This is my legacy
Close the eyes as I describe the picture and visualize the scene in your mind’s
eye
As I scribe the scripture
And come with me
Absorb the words
Its a metaphorical decapitation and its sword to words
Leave behind your politics, opinions, and commentary
Just listen
Doesn’t require any religion
Let go of your beliefs until you spiritually bare
So your preconception won’t render your hearing in here
Now that you’re prepared
I got a story to share
And it’s from a unique perspective — this story is rare
I’ve seen the light
I witnessed the glorious glare
Of the truth and it was almost too much for me to bear
One day I asked myself
'Is this the way I was meant to be'?
I had an epiphany I was living in misery
An evil man more destructive and crazy
I tried to fight the truculent thoughts but my mind depraved me
Is this the way God designed me, made me?
Or is that just an excuse in all truths they say
So many questions
Don’t know who to seek for answers
Should I speak a preacher or a necromancer
I was standing on the brink of insanity
Went on an introspective journey through my soul tryna find my humanity
Wasn’t half the man I planned to be
I wanted to know who taught me misanthropy — was it life or my family
I wanted to know
Why couldn’t my parents unite
They should raised me together taught me to be fair and do right
And I wanted to know
Why my soul was prone to drama
I was floating in darkness and I’m so far from over
When I was young
A figure stood at the foot of my bed
And it vanished when I shook my head
Was it a dream or a sign of all things to come?
I’ll find out on the day that God’s kingdom comes
But right now…
I was forced to contemplate
It was involuntary
I couldn’t stop thinking I was locked in solitary
Surrounded by white walls
Sensually deprivated
It was like light pauls
Mentally devestating
Like «Cast Away»
I was stranded in my own brain
Stashed away
Couldn’t remember my own name
It lasted for days in the zone causing my own pain
Up until that point in my life I hadn’t known pain
But my identity
I started to recollect
Recalling my memory
I started to retrospect
A theme played in my mind — started to reminisce
Review the instance when I discarded my innocence
A delusional image was it a vision or fantasy?
Was I losing my mind, losing my sanity?
I called out to my creator
«Forgive me for all the lies»
And I asked but got no reply
How passionate was my cry
It flashed before my eyes
I saw my creator
It was me
I’m responsible for all my behavior
My thoughts clear
By walking through the flames I was purified
In the fire I’ve been doing for life
I tried to kill the renaissance
So my soul was banged and bruised
Through the experience I gained the truth
And in response I’m hoping I can change the views
My generation needs a voice of thugs bangs to you
Who can explain the views
In all pain
I’ve written this in plain English
Like Sam Clements
So call me Dark Twain
Written to see
For all the young in the ghetto
Thug songs continue to be sung in the ghetto
Let these preach in all the slums in the ghetto
Cause in the Bible
Jesus comes from the ghetto
And I come from the ghetto
So I speak for the ghetto
These words and these tears
My soul beats for the ghetto