You may not make it to heaven when you fall into your grave
There's no mention of ascension slipping right along the way
I found out when I was young that you couldn't trade love
You Couldn't take it to the store n try and pay with a hug
What's up cuz you look worried or something
What? You spend your last couple on a dozen eggs
Got 'em back home found out they wudnt fresh
It's breakfast now what you gonna feed your kids
Look at the money you spent ! It's a pound of ya flesh
Now you crawl around cuz you don't have any legs
But still they expect you to stand up and pledge
I attack em with a hack plan
And dismantle there limbs
I'll even do it on camera you can document this
It's all propaganda hitcha wit duh right and the left
Conservative liberal ambidextrous
I spit a little synergism Libra wit the triple beam
I'm cher up on a horse but even more of a half Breed
Ya can't stand me dirty n off band stankin
The change in a coffee can in the jangling
You may not make it to heaven
When you fall into your grave
There's no mention of ascension
Slipping right along away
You may not make it to heaven
When you fall into your grave
There's no mention of ascension
Brother can you spare some change