I found you on two burning sticks
In a Roman picnic, you used to get laughed at because you defended the misfits
You taught me the difference between passion and gimmicks
Why is there blood on your ankles?
Why are there, stickers in your scalp?
Why do you abandon the angels?
Why aren't demons your friends?
I brushed the comments off your back
You moved a comet from my path
I said it'll be okay, you said it is
I showed you the shackles, you said there's nothing on my wrist
I cried for myself, you smiled for us
Not all lepers are blind
You weren't afraid to touch or call you mine

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This is hell and that is heaven

They ask how it feels to be an emcee
An old friend called me up and said you still doing this for free?
I said they don't pay you to speak the truth
I'll be doing this till they lay me to rest
I hung up the phone and said god bless
Welcome to the shepherd's den where FBI can blend right in
Third eye open will the other two sleep
I look out my window and count the sheep
So let the ears all listen when the shepherd speaks

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This is hell and that is heaven