• Forsaken, b*****d Son of the Father


    Heres a little beat
    Just cause i felt it.
    I realize I'm writing
    only cause you helped it.
    Now I'm thinking
    Bout the way i spelt it,
    Or the way the rhyme
    Envelopes it.

    Relevant?
    This hell I'm in;
    Questioning thoughts of sin?
    Where do i begin?
    By turning over a body,
    That I'm just a vessel in?

    But the truth comes
    In the letters of a master
    The lowly son; A b*****d
    Looking out in front of the croud,
    ******** was murdered!
    But he never knelt down...

    Looked them all in the eyes
    Took them face value
    Sized up every man
    "How can you?
    I bowed to you!
    There is nothing
    That i did do!"

    He screamed;
    "Why am i forsaken?"
    As the metal
    Ripped through his skin!
    As they stole the crown,
    Of the royalties kin.