Sunz of Man - The Sins of ManLyrics

This be the sinz of man. The sinz of men and women. The tree of life. The tree of good and evil. My mind sometimes be haunted by my memories Visions in my head have shown me digging up my enemies I hate to go to sleep because of the dread that's in my head At times I find myself running from shadows of the dead They're trying to pull me under and bury me alive I wake up thinking it's over and thinking I've survived They've pulled me back to sleep and separated my soul from my body and put my bloody flesh in a hole Ah, shit gets worse, now the curse caves my faith in I rose from beneath the surface of Earth as Satan Inflicting people with war, drugs, diseases Jumped up, fell back to sleep, ressurected, ah Jesus Healing the same mother fuckers I've just inflicted Spreading righteousness through word of god, my mind is twisted A holy war in the mental, I'm sort of brain dead Spirits have got me under pressure and they're fucking up my head As I die slowly, I could feel my soul leave My heart pumps part to my lungs, so I could breathe I take my last breath, I gasp cuz I'm ?peth? I felt the needle which held the ?neeval? From another dimension, they had me flinching, with no attention Was paid by nurses, what's worse is I felt the stiches as the door locks Retreated for witches and warlocks and devils and demons, with shovels they was scheming I woke up when I was taken up by this dream and Then I was brough to the courts of another world Damn, my beloved Sheryl, couldn't put shit and uncover the pearls Instead of a jewel, I've discovered a germ That burned and turned my sperm into worms Ah, filthy-ass maggots, with matches Oh, my God, I was thanking God it was the savage Yeah, that day I saw Nat Turner and I saw Christ, he was stalking around with a black burner Another time my mind dwelled on the spell I heard cries from the dead souls burning in hell Visions of their flesh drowning in the flood While under hallucinations, I've seen heads soaked in blood I snapped back to reality and dashed for my bible Opened it up in hurried confusion, reaching for survival But all of a sudden, I'm overpowered by that curse The songs that I've read have made my visions worse Seen a therapist, told him spirits tried to bury me Spilt what's on my mind, When I was done, he needed therapy He recommended a baptistism, a sacrifice My soul rose to heaven, but was cast back down by Christ In forms of thunder, rain and heavy winds Not even the blood of Christ could cleanse the sins of men Huh, yeah, huh, oh That was a state of confusion that we lived in I converted to over a thousand religions A permanent member to 6 million churches I'm still trying to repent from these curses Me and the Holy Wizard, we went and slept in the graveyard Remember that? We stayed up all night and played cards Now, I sit in the pit of cobras I'm writing rhymes in the stance of yoga Oh, my God, I played drums with the bones of Mohammad In three years, I grew a beard and roamed with a garment Yeah, what was that you said is evil? Ha ha ha ha, yeah, I was thinking the same thing Yeah, my choice is bleeding and he's stinking