Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nefarious Verses, artist - X-Raided. Date of issue: 27.09.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |