The Sun

I eat shadows for breakfast Cause madness is method The how to the technique The way I expect it Hellhounds on leashes Old enemies schemin Holocaust demons Wake me up screamin Takin me back like The time of the season Rainbow clouds cause I'm DMT trippin Retinas twitchin from Witnessin wisdom Flying like arrows With dangerous rhythm Aimed at the soul and It hits with precision Money's the god that's Creating your prison I'm not the villain I am delicious I am the sun and I am religion You feelin this rhythm I'll stack it like pigeons Breakin down myths like The Devil is crimson Trippin on shrooms and Eatin up bliss and Devour these bitches With all of the fixins Growin them packs And then hittin the streets Had me hangin on hooks Just like pieces of meat Life isn't sweet when you're Playin for keeps On a streak that's for sheep Leadin down underneath Lost in my head cause I did too much trippin Fairies wear boots and I gotta believe it I'm knee deep in Territorial pissings My mental states are Not even listed Shit that I say quite Often gets twisted The Christians Who quake at the sight Of three sixes Tell me repent but I know they're just bitches Wasting their breath while I be out sinnin And I'm never quittin I keep the ball spinnin I fall in a ditch I still feel like I'm winnin Me and The Devil walk Side by side grinnin The blues and the rhythm The story I'm livin