when you run out of imaginations
you get into a so called writer's block
cause you ain't spiritual enough
so therefore you was fake...
it ain't easy being sheer ain't it?
i stay sheer throughout it all
and still they gon stay oh something is wrong with you
oh oh oh you sinning cause you ain't a Christian boy you know you should and why you ain't?
that's a sin sin sin sin sin sin!
sinner this! sinner that! man get out my face wid dat beep...
seriously...even pigeons don't be on you like that....
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