The Widow's Son - Apathy, RYU

The widow’s son, the wickedest one

The widow’s son, the wickedest one

Off comes the blindfold, fools cop diamonds and buy gold

While wise old elders try to tell us that my soul

Is lost in the Matrix, a box, a cube

You watch the tube and eat up all their toxic food

Now the chemicals are blocked from the pineal gland

For the first time I understand Ezekiel’s plan

That the sanctum sanctorum of the most divine

Is the body and the stairway to heaven is your spine

As above, so below, fuck waitin' on a sign

The key to heaven’s gate is in the mind

God bless the blind;

let the light shine, step from the darkness

And follow in the Father through Solomon’s arches

The wars over religion show that humans are horrible

The bible’s allegorical… not historical

Mortals never get it so they try to control

Free will, free speech and even each other’s soul

Stroll through the temples of the monks and the rabbis

The medicine men, the metaphysical Medjays

The bodies get baptized, the wise get chastised

You taught you should pass by thoughts of your past lives

The widow’s son, the wickedest one

The widow’s son, the wickedest one

The widow’s son, the wickedest one

The widow’s son

You can’t define what’s direct from the east

I don’t control the economy, mess with animal sodomy

I don’t know Illuminati but I’ll show you geometry

The Pythagoras of rap, son of music and math

You know the myth but let’s try to decipher the facts

I’m from a league of gentlemen, Amadeus to Duke Ellington

Ty Cobb, Louis Armstrong and Thomas Edison

Policemen and veterans even without a weapon

I’ll cover 'cause every brother keeps a .357

So when we go undercover, ain’t no witchcraft and devil shit

It’s how we greet each other on the five points of fellowship

The pillars of Noah inscribed with the sciences

The eye of Jehovah watches over me like a lioness

The square that reminds me to square my actions

And the compass that’ll help me circumscribe my passions

I’m attracted to the light like a moth in the dead of night

But internet conspiracy theories hoggin' the megabytes

I pay 'em no mind, I rep it with pride

They ain’t concerned with the truth it’s not as sexy as the lies

'Til the day that I die, but yo I already did

I never felt so alive 'til they gave me the true grip

Peace to four-letter, three-letter, P.H.A's

It’s York Rite, Scottish rite and the DeMolay’s

O.E.S., yes can’t forget the brothers before me

Shoulder to shoulder I stand with you all in the quarry

The widow’s son, the wickedest one

The widow’s son, the wickedest one

The widow’s son, the wickedest one

The widow’s son

You can’t define what’s direct from the east

Wickedest one

I have the power!

Wickedest one

I have the power!

Wickedest one

«This is the most beautiful day of your life.

Of your own free will you decided

to undergo the initiation that other heroes have passed.

Your sacrifice

completes my sanctuary.

This is the holy book.

Learn to believe in me.»