I’ve shed many tears over the years I spent inside this criminal convent
And through it all, I stepped up to the call and stayed relent-less.
Senseless killings and shady dealings, Lord willing,
I will stand and boldly fight these feelings.
Head pointed towards the ceiling, prayers ripped from my soul.
The reaper’s hand is on my shoulder, why’s his fingers so cold?
I was told to hold on but then they slathered my palms
With oil from the devil’s soil, and I’m supposed to stay calm.
No harm in turning on the charm, sweet talk my way in to Heaven.
Baptized in liquified lies, on bad terms with the Reverend.
BUT check me out, I turned those 6’s in to 7’s, traded my horns for a halo.
They say the streets are paved with gold, so how could I say no?
Created in his image, I guess I’m spiritual Play-Doh.
Flesh and bones, but I was shaped and molded like clay though.
I went from a peso to a dollar and change.
Reached for Heaven and even though they said it was out of my range,
I will keep fighting because I know my Lord will never erase me off his page…