See I worry about my lil brother
Worry he'll too be convicted of sin, so I pray to the Lord my father
I ask him to let him know about the fuckedupness but then again no
Because I know
Know that knowledge like that only comes from experience
I know I'ma cry like a mothafucker turning these tears running down my face into branded tattoo tears
I know I will suffer for endless agonictic years
And I just dont want it come
The more I think about it the more I fear what his life will become
I see him sitting at the lunchtable, innocent expect for the horrible auditory sensation of my dad yelling
P.A.I.N. and A.N.G.U.I.S.H. seems to be what soul is spelling
He knows nothing about this realm so why Lord let him know?
Why tell him about my people heading down to the Earth below
Why make him suffer under the same whip and the same beatings I bore?
Fuck it, I gots to pay my dues and by the time I'm done shit I'll sho be sore
But dam thats another life, another soul
Why not just put the exhaust on me my good Lord?
Fuck I'd rather be tortured than see my little brother fall
But I guess I'am being tortured, pain doubling me over, and my innocence I suddenly recall
Shit I dont think can do anything but ask God to take it out with me instead
Lord I dont much know what to say because him freezing at the heart is what I mainly dread
Shit God my arent my tears sufficient to pay my debts?
My life line and my breath slowly running out turning into ash like the nicotine in a ciggarate
Well Lord my words have stopped
Just dont let my carnalito sin adopt
Worry he'll too be convicted of sin, so I pray to the Lord my father
I ask him to let him know about the fuckedupness but then again no
Because I know
Know that knowledge like that only comes from experience
I know I'ma cry like a mothafucker turning these tears running down my face into branded tattoo tears
I know I will suffer for endless agonictic years
And I just dont want it come
The more I think about it the more I fear what his life will become
I see him sitting at the lunchtable, innocent expect for the horrible auditory sensation of my dad yelling
P.A.I.N. and A.N.G.U.I.S.H. seems to be what soul is spelling
He knows nothing about this realm so why Lord let him know?
Why tell him about my people heading down to the Earth below
Why make him suffer under the same whip and the same beatings I bore?
Fuck it, I gots to pay my dues and by the time I'm done shit I'll sho be sore
But dam thats another life, another soul
Why not just put the exhaust on me my good Lord?
Fuck I'd rather be tortured than see my little brother fall
But I guess I'am being tortured, pain doubling me over, and my innocence I suddenly recall
Shit I dont think can do anything but ask God to take it out with me instead
Lord I dont much know what to say because him freezing at the heart is what I mainly dread
Shit God my arent my tears sufficient to pay my debts?
My life line and my breath slowly running out turning into ash like the nicotine in a ciggarate
Well Lord my words have stopped
Just dont let my carnalito sin adopt