I used to sit back watchin' the Wicked
How they act
Clockin' the conversation wonderin'
If ever they'd slack.
With attacks on the Godhead
Conscious child fed
The grapes of a devil's hate
Faces turn red.
With envy to see me blessed
To stress that which is in me
Enemies everywhere I look
To and fro like the Rook.
Against both Qur'an
And the Preacher mans book
Change the truth as if the Tribe can't
Recognize a crooked Saint.
ASA
How they act
Clockin' the conversation wonderin'
If ever they'd slack.
With attacks on the Godhead
Conscious child fed
The grapes of a devil's hate
Faces turn red.
With envy to see me blessed
To stress that which is in me
Enemies everywhere I look
To and fro like the Rook.
Against both Qur'an
And the Preacher mans book
Change the truth as if the Tribe can't
Recognize a crooked Saint.
ASA