The Prayer -

Lord Forgive me,

Cause I usually talk to you when I’m beyond tipsy

And I know you don’t respect that.

My biggest fans heard me loud.

Alcohol over my Alc-Anon in high ratio

So they turned me down like a radio.

Ill words in my mouth, and I really hate the taste yo.

I’m left with no metaphors as far as toothpaste goes.

'Til Law 34 gets raw and hits stores

There will be no remorse or discourse.

Just straight sick bars…

Words weigh the same but we work harder than

Just having scales tipped towards us…

The sky ain’t our limit — you were lied to.

We ground up stars, ‘bout to burn the sky through.

The beauty of innocence, the ugliness of truth…

The comfort of ignorance, the trouble spots of our youth.

Lyrically genius, metaphysically heathen…

We’re already survivors, please keep the team breathing.

I mean this… in all sincerity

We gon' show you what a masterpiece is…(yea)

Dear lord I’m crying to you… I can’t lie to you

I’m weak, what am I to do?

Cause I’m trying but I’m dying without guidance

Write it and recite it, I’m getting too excited

Please enlighten me while I’m still a pilot

Cuz if I go down, I doubt I’ll ever climax

Just wanna make ‘em proud, astound ‘em with these wise cracks

Pound in all these pine bags

I’m drowning in these dime bags

Stand tall, never stall lapsed on that soft mattress.

It’s when you have it all, that’s when it all crashes.

Lost passage, cuz every fucking thought’s scattered.

Just pause faster, snatch applause and not laughter!

Start a riot, the minute they pirate this.

The rhyme is gets a little heightened, tense.

So dense this thought, I’m pent up, gridlock.

Briganté's pissed off, but the child repents.

The tense of the verbs defiled, the world is less mild, too wild,

I’ve deprived my head.

Instead of a mind, kaleidoscopes collide,

Crying tears from vipers, I tried my best.

Like a vine I bled, so I took it and tied it, look at the pilot,

emptied my eyes and shook too violent.

Look down at the cook book, too cooked to write it.

Recipe to rest in peace, a pair of shooters behind me blindly.

This noose of my trespass tightens tightly.

So, to the Pisces I dive out my mind.

Like ice I wine, in ice like rhyme

Heart collapsed, gotta reroute the mine.

The art relapsed, but the doubt inclined,

So I dropped out, not alkaline.

Acid rain cause the drought to hydrate.

Lord please help me throughout this time, Mate

Feel free to order me about this time.

-Nate