Last Rites

Find the reason in fault
Seize it
And then hit it with the seasoning salt
This plea goes out to everyone to get on they job
This plea goes out to everyone to get off my jock
I dreamt of dying of a natural cause
But way too adamant 'bout repping natural laws
The childlike embrace the deceitful
Same burger king cup all summer, free refills
Nail's talon and foot's paw
That's a nice look
I don't cook I get cooked for
Crept in the backdoor with the good lord
Unassuming as the human i been mistook for
Quantum leapt
Lessons in the lore
Less is more
More or less
Galaxies and globes
Universal soldier
Head and shoulders, knees and toes

LAST RITES
THESE EYES CAN'T ALWAYS SLEEP AT NIGHT
IT'S COMING FOR . .
IT'S COMING FOR ME

My true form is the tuning fork
I slang foreskin and toot horns with brute force
The end is near
My conquest is blessed
My conscience, clear
Hands covered in soil
Sure 'nuff lead to shortages in water and oil
Red pill corner in gold trunks
Still up wit the old chums
Do'er of my own stunts
Born leader in lean years
No palm trees
Palm reader, as seen here
Regarded 'cause it sells
Science of insight/(incite)
Regardless how it's spelled
Once thought god seemed greasy
This gone, things once hard seem easy
Things once hard seem cheesy
Fo' sheezy

LAST RITES
THESE EYES CAN'T ALWAYS SLEEP AT NIGHT
IT'S COMING FOR . .
IT'S COMING FOR ME

I'm on the hunt for the real me
Every time i got him in my scope
I realize that i don't
Perhaps the truest self can't even take a human form
Perhaps it's like a unicorn
My girl don't like a man in uniform
Uniformity is corny b
I know eventually the coroner's gonna corner me
I read him like a quarterly
Over the cuckoo's nest where blacks are just the orderlies
The warden keeps on warning me
I barely hear him over grumbles of the ornery
I barely see him 'cause my eyes keep getting watery
No cause for concern
It's best to stay out if you out to test my urine
You may or may not heed my words
I keep my word