'ey yo, I think about my life choices, the voices
All the nice houses and Rolls Royces
I long to be famous,
riding high on that broomstick, nimbus
Constantly runnin' and, shotgunnin' and
At some point i stop and ask,
"what was my task?"
I take a sip from the flask of life,
taking off my mask
I get down beside the crown,
the crown of thorns, as I cut off my horns,
saying Immanuel, God with us
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