Palm The Joker

Have mercy on me my Lord

I'm just tryin to walk to the corner store

And the brown and blue armies are always at war

What on Earth they wanna harm me for? - I don't know

We raise monsters in the basement

Feed 'em shell casings and train 'em to chase us

We rip most the pages out

Of the Bibles and Qur'ans, in this house it's their view we care about

Such as God has forsaken us

And from his anger gush forth plagues and floods

The chosen people done stoned the great prophets

His mighty wrath stay upon us 'til the day of judgment

We spend days punchin brick walls

The scabs we rip 'em off and fill them bitches with salt

To all injury we add insult

Got a leather bound edition of shit that ain't our fault

Swabbin down the bridges with lighter fluid

Too timid to burn 'em, we pray the lightning do it

I wear this mask 'til my face grow to fit it

Frozen in a paradigm, waitin out my sentence

Livin in a well (well), self made Hell (Hell)

Medicated, dwellin in a pit within myself

I waste time patiently, sufferin the pain

And kindly invite you to Hell for not savin me

I see a poor victim's face

Reflected on the pawn shop glass pistol case

The breath make it foggy and then it gets clear

Now which metal here would fit best in the ear?

We gon' dig us a ditch, move directly to the edge and live on that shit

File the dice so as the seven never hits and palm the joker, reverse magic trick (no shit)

Yes shit, we gon' dig us a ditch, move directly to the edge and live on that shit

File the dice so the eleven never hits and palm the joker