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Back in the day when I was little Minaya
Trooping it in the a.m. to the school fo the Messiah
Religious information being inflicted
My pineal gland was getting addicted
From these nun that were twisted
They probably drank the holy water to get shifted
Nothing against religion, but we all become victims
Like millions...
Who face these symptoms
Handing out fliers on street corners dressed like pilgrims
Preaching on scriptures that were written
No one has seen these things written
But we listen
Sitting their like a deer caught in a headlight
This sermonizer speaker volumes whether its wrong or right
Glued to how his voice raises in strength in monotone
He has full control
Of this overdosed episode he has us all on overload
Our minds racing not to overflow
We feel in the zone uncontrolled
Go home all alone, feeling decomposed
From all these churches rodeos
Blood vessels start to explode
But although
People keep fighting for their life on a mission
Praying to make things disappear like a magician
