I out leaks.
I deal with the truth, and build with the youth And teach my son as he kneels on the stoop Son, life is a pool of sin, corrupted by foolish men and women with wicked minds, who build picket signs to legalize abortion, the evil eye distortion I quiz Son with my wisdom Before I converted, I was perverted, and knowledge was asserted The study of wisdom, I preferred it The understanding, it gave me mental freedom I even learnt Caucasians were really the Tribe of Edam The white image, of Christ, is really Cesare Borgia and uhh, the second son of Pope Alexander The Sixth of Rome, and once the picture was shown That's how the devils tricked my dome I prophesized to save a man, but no one gave a damn for my nation - the seed of Abraham Blessed with the tongue of Hebrew Now we're strung on needles, and some are plungin evils So study and be wise in these days of darkness Peace to my nephew Marcus
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