My first cousin was the Egyptians. I'm a Hebrew, so I follow these like spiritual laws and moral traditions. Prophesying so I was given to the wolves to be slaughtered. To our time, they made offers and the Hines sacrificed their lives to trail ties that made Egyptian wives.
Yes, I have the blood of Pharaoh, and knowledge contained wisdom itself. Well, my mind correspond with Hebrew faith, eliminate my hate, recognize the snake. The serpent became one with our minds and through the rings of fire, they drew parallel lines, put the curtain over our eyes and made us search for our own divinity when divinity lies within. Yes, you have offended me, and so did my intelligence, invented my residence.
To prove my innocence, I shall find evidence. I learned the lesson to be thankful for your blessings. Yes, you was a fool in a matter of seconds, but I'm not afraid to die. The land that I live on is dry, locked in the desert temptation, became part of my pleasure.
I used to be able to fly high, but the devil have plucked my feathers. The light only blinds the back, half dog, half cat, hidden in the caves like rats, but only came out for the trees. Became murderers and thieves once before we were the birds and the bees. So I went from ALA to Atan, Atan to Yahweh, Yahweh to Jesus Christ.
My life was going to be spared, but I'm going to be used as a sacrifice. Born as an Israelite, my blood is royalty because somehow I related to the Egyptians. My mind had adapted to the Islam supreme wisdom. Walking with the grace of Christ, my soul has corresponded with the light.
The light of God became reflection of my maker. The graveyard is selfish, your undertaker. Your life, your existence, understanding and wisdom, among the losing, there are visions. My mind has scientific precision, targeting my willpower.
My soul is like piling up a flower. The source of energy that can generate from the Empire State Building to the Sears Tower. I have been cloned, but not my perfection. If you cannot see, then you shall feel the resurrection.
Come on, man. Wake up, dog. That's what we got to do, man. What are you doing, man?
The hell you dreaming this shit. Something you start talking this shit in your sleep. I don't know what the fuck you talking about. Oh, shit, man.
Fuck it. It was all good. Paradise. I was talking about birds and bees and science and shit, nigga.
Come on, we got to go. Let's get out of here. All right, we out.