A Gospel

Handed down from fathers to son

Was the hatred of weakness and the love of guns

A talk of peace but not in our time

To save our souls and stop the crime

Matching on was but going nowhere

So how many now truthfully swear

That they see no evil do no wrong

The ad mass agents the writers of song

The bankers the poets the modern day seers

Clouding an issue that was never quite clear

Oh yeah

Sent through the ages of boy to man

The living testament of making a stand

Killing the wicked then raising the dead

Eating propaganda and s**t spoon fed

Grasping for wisdom but thick all the same

So how many innocents now can they claim

That they play with fire and get burnt

And through the same mistakes never get learnt

Hoping for a time it will fall to place

Faith shall show as our saving grace

I like that all

I don't stop ya

Are too much ya

Are to the top

Check this out

Handed down from God with blood

Was the whole wide world and some above

But not content to share the land

Greed was shown as the winning hand

And those whose greed was the strongest of all

Took upon themselves to lead the call

That some must work while others rest

Without the question of what is the best

The leaders the losers and the kings

Pass the rifle butt that tyranny brings

Are that's right ya

Are take that's all

Are too much ya

I don't stop come on

It's not the right place

Anybody everybody somebody anybody

In the house just help me

Passed on over to the chosen few

Was the promise of freedom with a breadline queue

Ghetto's gateaux and eating it too

Forcing it all down with a cola brew

The first amendment and the hunt for reds

A conscious contradiction with something said

That they see no evil with eyes shut tight

A c*****e culture that offers no fight

Dragged from birth d**gged to death

The common excuse is 'just being yourself'

Hand us down before it's too late

The strength and wisdom to change our state

Governed by evil and all it will bring

I can't wait for the day they do the lamppost swing

And no mercy should they be shown

For you cannot reason with the devil's own

They say they hear no evil hands clasped tight

To shut out the victims' screams of ol' Uncle Sam fights

He sweats and he strains as his boney frame comes

Into the womb of an innocent one