Jesus and a Pill - Tech N9ne, Tech N9ne Collabos feat. Prozak, Tech N9ne, Krizz Kaliko

Trying to search for zen

On this dying Earth we’re in

No denying my thirst for skin

With the heat frying, the curse begins

My taste carrier seeks the blood of an angel, how can I mangle?

Make terrier teeth from straight tearing her meat

Yates buried her deep, I don’t wanna eye everything die like the great barrier

reef!

It’s a bad moon, mad gloom, giving stab wounds

Sucking a soul up like a vacuum

Monkey, apes, and baboons in the classroom

Wanting to be upper class and cash coons, mass doom

Then I woke up, choked up

Glad it was a dream and now I wanna go pick a lotus

But the grass is low cut, no fluff

Wish I could say hocus pocus

With the bees and pollen in focus

So the food we need isn’t bogus

Fake feedings, race leading to death

Everybody’s race leading great eating’s for breath

Dreams based on real spill quick to leave you in a chill

Told my doctor this, he said I need Jesus and a pill

See, it doesn’t matter what I want

I think what is done is done

Everything is dead to me

Losing my ability, to be

In touch with reality

Oh, I need Jesus and a pill!

I wake up to a new day

Then it all comes crumbling down

I don’t wanna be here anyway

Well here it comes again

Let it in

Taking a journey through the depths of my psychosis

Multiple personalities adamantly ferocious

At first in agony, angrily cope a closed fist

Err on the side of caution if you try to approach bitch

A mental breakdown, suffocating with hate now

No escape for heavensake, there ain’t nobody safe now

I’m thinking of killing 'em all, afterlife I’m sending 'em off

Outta line, outta time, so out of my mind and outta control

Tell me why am I thinking these thoughts

Skin burning at the sign of a cross

Somebody help me I think that I’m lost

Edge of insanity I have been tossed

Mayday, got a man down, better pray for safe space now

Stay away or become prey when I rampage and I spray rounds

Pharmaceutical holocaust, a literal lyrical Molotov

Serial killer like Michael with a knife and the rifle I’m psyched and I’m

popping off

So let me say this, you don’t wanna say shit

End up another screaming victim on my playlist

See, it doesn’t matter what I want

I think what is done is done

Everything is dead to me

Losing my ability to be

In touch with reality

Oh, I need Jesus and a pill!

How can I be so sure that

Anything could help me now

I wanna believe you

And if I fall

God help us all

Everything is dead to me

Losing my ability to be

In touch with reality

Oh, I need Jesus and a pill!