I got that raw from out of the garden, push that knowledge through my fingertips
auction it as product, body consciousness in increments
holy roller nausea, put fire to these sentences
lost but now I'm found, the hand of G-d in all this penmanship
manifest the manuscript, patterned for whom imagine it
master craftsman, I'm after what matters, the masses gathered in
jabberjawin', spawn the embodiment of a hypocrite
no need for alarm, we're all bound to that swinging pendulum
let us be remembered in honor if we are blessed to win
lest our legacy be made fodder & thrown to settlement
"Gone But Not Forgotten" we commonly pose to settle it
if death is all you conjure, the scythe is a force you reckon with
cypher with fallen angels, the jargon I quote is heaven sent
hip displaced from socket & part of me knows I'll never win
livin' out of pocket, you hardly absorb embarassment
all I want is a blessing, the kind with no noted precedent