Chorus:



I keep my eyes to the eastern sky

Those with the mark of the beast burn, die

Open the Book and we can each learn why

I keep my eyes to the, I keep my eyes to the



Verse 1:



(Othello)

Given the chance to meditate on life's purposes

Worthless is as worthless does, a fuzzy image of love

Turned promiscuous, when people suffer from lack of knowledge

And death kills, pills swallowed smoothly in the

Form of ignorance, vision blurry motives might as well not even exist

Plagued with sin, no system of defense

Not immune to blows dealt swift battered bruised

Cut and scarred for life, I lose

Turn to temporary supplements to fill the void

Cool and my gang celebrate before we're destroyed

Now I'm running into walls and hitting like Pink Floyd

'Cause I played the role of idiot no-brainer decoy



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Verse 2:



(Page One)

Lord, restore my life back, like sight that you gave to the blind

I must have a higher calling than to be a slave to the grind

Living for weekends, die for vacations, and kill for cash bonuses

But still only a single emergency away from homelessness

Why is my number one preoccupation

The temple's preservation instead of its inhabitation?

Dying of dehydration, but don't know what I thirst for

Starving for revelation, but don't know what to search for

What do I go to church for? 'Cause everyone goes?

Worshipping God, telling Him things He already knows?

Who am I? A thousand years to me is like a day to Him

What could I even say to Him, that would be so profound

It would earn me another jewel in my crown?

But to say that I hate myself, or hesitate to affiliate myself

With the Most High would insinuate that with Him I equate myself

Or even elevate myself, blasphemy

As for me, I'm submitting to the higher wil

'Cause when the trumpet sounds it won't be no fire drill

Worked all of my life to acquire skill

There's very few humans I can truly say I admire still



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Verse 3:



(Othello)

Sometimes I feel as if I'm casting my pearls before swine

To be devoured and left behind in a pile of feces

Only for me to retrieve and clean, disinfect and set aside

Then placed back into my bag of tricks with my countenance

Being slightly diminished, who's even listening to me as I'm ministering

Probably only a small percentage

I might as well just finish because I spend more time defending then uplifting

In the council of sinners and left-winged religious elders

The sweet smelling fragrance of myrrh was never meant to irritate or burn

Cause a rash of massive outbreaks all over my body

And give me more reason to turn away

If I was stupid, yo I would do it, but I know better to press on through it



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