now i'm walkin' the path, as people torture me back
for being a rebel, n now im being sorted for that
but i aint tell no lie, so now they beatin the truest
to exist, calling me jesus, cos i preach in my music
wearing my holy gown, they wanna be takin it off
cuz i cnt afford plat, n carry the weight of the cross
on my shoulder's, as people screaming n boo'in
this is reality, but they still dreaming of shooting
taking my life, n now they cant wait 'till noon's in
to put chisel's in my hand's n stop me gripping
the mic, n pull out my tongue to stop me spittin
dust in my toe's hot rock's are burning my feet
my lungs drained of oxygen and hurting in me
n yet i feel no pain, from them beating's i take
i was tryna help, but still they beleaving i hate
struggling to make the hill lookin for my saviour
sweat break's through my skin like water wit paper


*arrive at the hill of crucifiction as the night starts to settle in*

tie'ing ropes round my wrist, it hurts to begin
like bad rashe's, the textures burning my skin
they lift me off the ground, this is tragic shit
feels as though im levetating, like a magic trick
and ladders bang on the wood next to my ear's
the men climb up as my sweats mixed wit tears
my time has come..... and death is coming near
i aint a alcoholic........ but im drunk off of fear
im battered n dazed, family shackled in chains
made to watch me pay for actions back in the day
like spilled wine, blood drip's from my hands
disturbed thoughts in my head as i spit on the man
who made this happen, n i aint holding regret's
ppl starein n laughin, i feel the cold in my head
my heart's loosing rythm, im the truest to flop
the beat withins stopped, so now the music is lost