Nefarious Verses - X-Raided

These are the thug songs

It was my destiny

To carry the curse

It was written so let it be

The nefarious verses

This is my legacy

Consider it food for thought

This is my recipe

These are the thug songs

Hellish and heavenly

I can see the light ahead of me

Maybe I’ll rest in peace

The nefarious verses

This is my legacy

Consider it food for thought

This is my legacy

Close the eyes as I describe the picture and visualize the scene in your mind’s

eye

As I scribe the scripture

And come with me

Absorb the words

Its a metaphorical decapitation and its sword to words

Leave behind your politics, opinions, and commentary

Just listen

Doesn’t require any religion

Let go of your beliefs until you spiritually bare

So your preconception won’t render your hearing in here

Now that you’re prepared

I got a story to share

And it’s from a unique perspective — this story is rare

I’ve seen the light

I witnessed the glorious glare

Of the truth and it was almost too much for me to bear

One day I asked myself

'Is this the way I was meant to be'?

I had an epiphany I was living in misery

An evil man more destructive and crazy

I tried to fight the truculent thoughts but my mind depraved me

Is this the way God designed me, made me?

Or is that just an excuse in all truths they say

So many questions

Don’t know who to seek for answers

Should I speak a preacher or a necromancer

I was standing on the brink of insanity

Went on an introspective journey through my soul tryna find my humanity

Wasn’t half the man I planned to be

I wanted to know who taught me misanthropy — was it life or my family

I wanted to know

Why couldn’t my parents unite

They should raised me together taught me to be fair and do right

And I wanted to know

Why my soul was prone to drama

I was floating in darkness and I’m so far from over

When I was young

A figure stood at the foot of my bed

And it vanished when I shook my head

Was it a dream or a sign of all things to come?

I’ll find out on the day that God’s kingdom comes

But right now…

I was forced to contemplate

It was involuntary

I couldn’t stop thinking I was locked in solitary

Surrounded by white walls

Sensually deprivated

It was like light pauls

Mentally devestating

Like «Cast Away»

I was stranded in my own brain

Stashed away

Couldn’t remember my own name

It lasted for days in the zone causing my own pain

Up until that point in my life I hadn’t known pain

But my identity

I started to recollect

Recalling my memory

I started to retrospect

A theme played in my mind — started to reminisce

Review the instance when I discarded my innocence

A delusional image was it a vision or fantasy?

Was I losing my mind, losing my sanity?

I called out to my creator

«Forgive me for all the lies»

And I asked but got no reply

How passionate was my cry

It flashed before my eyes

I saw my creator

It was me

I’m responsible for all my behavior

My thoughts clear

By walking through the flames I was purified

In the fire I’ve been doing for life

I tried to kill the renaissance

So my soul was banged and bruised

Through the experience I gained the truth

And in response I’m hoping I can change the views

My generation needs a voice of thugs bangs to you

Who can explain the views

In all pain

I’ve written this in plain English

Like Sam Clements

So call me Dark Twain

Written to see

For all the young in the ghetto

Thug songs continue to be sung in the ghetto

Let these preach in all the slums in the ghetto

Cause in the Bible

Jesus comes from the ghetto

And I come from the ghetto

So I speak for the ghetto

These words and these tears

My soul beats for the ghetto