It’s time for y'all to hear a different kind of prayer.
One with truth in it’s words, one you don’t want to hear.
Don’t be fooled by the beauty of the rhyme.
This flow of words gets uglier with time.
See I just want to talk about god and heaven above,
And how his ‘good book’ is just lies to force out love.
You see one fine day a man was thinkin’ up a story,
Bought how we got her and we were made in someone’s glory.
But some people took his words to be true,
And thus god was created for you.
But the reason he got us all to believe,
Was to receive the power of a king,
Of a messenger of god,
So he could take pleasures for his mind and his bod.
The truth is we where created in someone’s image,
But he was just a scientist who left his cribbage.
He saw a tiny planet from his space ship, it looked good.
So he dropped the seed of life where he knew he should.
And the tiny creatures took there place,
And soon became the human race.
So there is no supreme being and don’t be made a sap,
By following the man sent by some supreme pap.
Those people just want control so they so they can drop the bomb,
So don’t follow the Sheppard’s named Bush, Ben Laden, or Sadam.
All I'm doing is tellin’ the truth so stop the drama,
You don’t like what I'm saying go cry to your mamma.
But this sheep is tired of all the things you false profits have said,
So sleep well my fellow man, I'm going to bed
Fuck you, Good Night!