Conscious of Sin

Lyrics

Yo, this be chapter two; Conscious of Sin Word, damn [Verse 1:] My mind sometimes be haunted by my memories Visions in my head show me digging up my enemies I hate to go to sleep because of the dread that's in my head At times I find myself running from shadows of the dead They're trying to pull me under and bury me alive I wake up thinking it's over and thinking I survived They pull me back to sleep and separate my soul From my body and put my bloody flesh in a hole Ah, shit gets worse, now the curse caves my faith in I rose from beneath the surface of Earth as Satan Inflicting people with war, drugs, diseases Jumped up, fell back to sleep, resurrected, ah Jesus Healing the same motherfuckers I just inflicted Spreading righteousness through word of God, my mind is twisted A holy war in the mental, I'm sort of brain dead Spirits got me under pressure and they're fucking up my head [Chorus:] Now I lay, me down, to sleep I pray to Lord, my soul he'll keep And if I should die, before I awake I pray to Lord, my soul he'll take [Verse 2:] A priest, performed an exorcism when I was conceived at birth To cast another demon off the Earth Devils, worship me like a thesis Nurses, rolled me in a room full of priests Where they attempted to cleanse my soul from evil With crosses, bibles, holy words, and needles Redrum, voices, evil dead, they told me I snatched the cross, jigged the priest in the head and left him holy (damn) My spiritual circle is evil, priests, they attacked it They jumped all over my flesh and put me in a straightjacket Strapped me to the bed the priest screamed as he bled They tackled me and shackled me from my feet up to my head Now I lay to rest no longer stressing my escape I fall deep into a dream, I see those spirits and I awake [Chorus:] Now I lay, me down, to sleep I pray to Lord, my soul he'll keep And if I should die, before I awake I pray to Lord, my soul he'll take [Verse 3:] Another time my mind dwelled on the spell I heard cries from the dead, souls burning in hell Visions of their flesh drowning in the flood While under hallucinations, I've seen heads soaked in blood I snapped back to reality and dashed for my Bible Opened it up in hurried confusion, reaching for survival But all of a sudden, I'm overpowered by that curse The Psalms that I've read made my visions worse Seen a therapist, told him spirits tried to bury me Spilt what's on my mind, when I was done, he needed therapy (damn) He recommended a baptism, a sacrifice My soul rose to heaven, but was cast back down by Christ (damn) In forms of thunder, rain and hail, heavy winds Not even the blood of Christ could cleanse my Consciuos of Sin [Outro:] Straight up, goin through them spiritual chambers dealin with death Come back to haunt you in the mental No doubt, straight up that Red Hook ill shit Drug game shit