Trynna capture moments
That's like holding water
In ya hand, pouring through the cracks
Why bother? Understand
Bein real
Shouldn't take effort
Ya f*cking up the vibe
Man, f*cking with the weather
Cold, rainy days
Nature speak to my soul
Sitting in the dark
Reading, murder she wrote
Words that were vague
Wise understand
Parables be paradox
Written in the sand
Footsteps of Christ
Lion by the lamb
Faith is a seed... common folk don't plant
In the garden
Roaming for the lost, hidden scripture
Left out by Constantine
Council Nicaea
One who speaks loudest
Know about nothing
Tongue cut deep
Causing pain, suffering
To our own soul
Cuz we blind from our pride
Vanity of vanity
Under sunlight
Learn a lot from ghosts
Living in the past
Call from beyond the grave
Choose the right path
Narrow in form
Never look back, might turn to salt
Might get ya ass cracked
Open like codes
From Da Vinci pictures
Or the alchemist, mixing lifes elixir
Down in the tomb, by a murky river
Trynna raise Lazarus
While angels whisper
Souls in the crowd
Gather for murder
Smiles on they face
While the demons murmur
To themselves, placing bets
Who will be the
Next one to get burned
Mortals are dumb f*cks
Seduced by power, flattered by words
Are a dime a dozen
How'd they mind get cursed
Prophet not respected
In his own damn country
Only way he leave
In the back of a hearse
Parallel parked
In front of my window
Death waits patient
Our souls in limbo
Think about life
It was all so simple
Back in the day
Before it hit my mental
It could be different
If we split the wealth
Felt my face slapped
Ass whooped by a belt
Found out right away
That my voice didn't count
Except on this mic
That's why I rock and bounce
Like no tomorrow
Moving pieces like Bobby Fischer
I got ya kings hostage
No sorrow... In my heart
Keep it real, is the motto
I'm living by, preaching from the top
Marvel
At his speech, smoking with
Bogart, Key Largo
In the background
Watching where the stars go
That's the same place
I want to end up
When it's all said and done
Watch my spirit depart slow
God of Gamblers - Parables Lyrics
God of Gamblers - Parables Lyrics
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Trynna capture moments
That's like holding water
In ya hand, pouring through the cracks
Why bother? Understand
Bein real
Shouldn't take effort
Ya f*cking up the vibe
Man, f*cking with the weather
Cold, rainy days
Nature speak to my soul
Sitting in the dark
Reading, murder she wrote
Words that were vague
Wise understand
Parables be paradox
Written in the sand
Footsteps of Christ
Lion by the lamb
Faith is a seed... common folk don't plant
In the garden
Roaming for the lost, hidden scripture
Left out by Constantine
Council Nicaea
One who speaks loudest
Know about nothing
Tongue cut deep
Causing pain, suffering
To our own soul
Cuz we blind from our pride
Vanity of vanity
Under sunlight
Learn a lot from ghosts
Living in the past
Call from beyond the grave
Choose the right path
Narrow in form
Never look back, might turn to salt
Might get ya ass cracked
Open like codes
From Da Vinci pictures
Or the alchemist, mixing lifes elixir
Down in the tomb, by a murky river
Trynna raise Lazarus
While angels whisper
Souls in the crowd
Gather for murder
Smiles on they face
While the demons murmur
To themselves, placing bets
Who will be the
Next one to get burned
Mortals are dumb f*cks
Seduced by power, flattered by words
Are a dime a dozen
How'd they mind get cursed
Prophet not respected
In his own damn country
Only way he leave
In the back of a hearse
Parallel parked
In front of my window
Death waits patient
Our souls in limbo
Think about life
It was all so simple
Back in the day
Before it hit my mental
It could be different
If we split the wealth
Felt my face slapped
Ass whooped by a belt
Found out right away
That my voice didn't count
Except on this mic
That's why I rock and bounce
Like no tomorrow
Moving pieces like Bobby Fischer
I got ya kings hostage
No sorrow... In my heart
Keep it real, is the motto
I'm living by, preaching from the top
Marvel
At his speech, smoking with
Bogart, Key Largo
In the background
Watching where the stars go
That's the same place
I want to end up
When it's all said and done
Watch my spirit depart slow
That's like holding water
In ya hand, pouring through the cracks
Why bother? Understand
Bein real
Shouldn't take effort
Ya f*cking up the vibe
Man, f*cking with the weather
Cold, rainy days
Nature speak to my soul
Sitting in the dark
Reading, murder she wrote
Words that were vague
Wise understand
Parables be paradox
Written in the sand
Footsteps of Christ
Lion by the lamb
Faith is a seed... common folk don't plant
In the garden
Roaming for the lost, hidden scripture
Left out by Constantine
Council Nicaea
One who speaks loudest
Know about nothing
Tongue cut deep
Causing pain, suffering
To our own soul
Cuz we blind from our pride
Vanity of vanity
Under sunlight
Learn a lot from ghosts
Living in the past
Call from beyond the grave
Choose the right path
Narrow in form
Never look back, might turn to salt
Might get ya ass cracked
Open like codes
From Da Vinci pictures
Or the alchemist, mixing lifes elixir
Down in the tomb, by a murky river
Trynna raise Lazarus
While angels whisper
Souls in the crowd
Gather for murder
Smiles on they face
While the demons murmur
To themselves, placing bets
Who will be the
Next one to get burned
Mortals are dumb f*cks
Seduced by power, flattered by words
Are a dime a dozen
How'd they mind get cursed
Prophet not respected
In his own damn country
Only way he leave
In the back of a hearse
Parallel parked
In front of my window
Death waits patient
Our souls in limbo
Think about life
It was all so simple
Back in the day
Before it hit my mental
It could be different
If we split the wealth
Felt my face slapped
Ass whooped by a belt
Found out right away
That my voice didn't count
Except on this mic
That's why I rock and bounce
Like no tomorrow
Moving pieces like Bobby Fischer
I got ya kings hostage
No sorrow... In my heart
Keep it real, is the motto
I'm living by, preaching from the top
Marvel
At his speech, smoking with
Bogart, Key Largo
In the background
Watching where the stars go
That's the same place
I want to end up
When it's all said and done
Watch my spirit depart slow
Writer: Anthony Alvarez
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