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(Enya+street fighter+hiphop=BROKEN)

Lojique - Broken

Album - Language Arts

Chorus:

(Enya sample)

Athair ar Neamh, Dia linn

Athair ar Neamh, Dia liom*

(repeat)

(*Translation from Irish Gaelic:

Father in heaven, God bless us

Father in heaven, God bless me)

Verse 1:

(Page One) Casualties of this conflict are massive, so I can't afford to be passive

I'm taking every thought captive to render the flesh inactive

It's gettin reckless, in this age of political correctness

Yo, check this, it's up to us to hold it down

Though some would trade in their golden crown for an iron hand

And jump right into the fire from out of the frying pan

Slippin away like a soul departing with the breath of a dying man

Praying before the image of the face of St. Sinner

I'd rather taste a steak dinner laced with paint thinner

It's a sickness how they bear false witness and backbite

Y'all don't act right, that's why I'm underground with stalactites

And stalagmites, eerie like Taps played on the bagpipes

But y'all don't need to feel threatened if you reppin the seven

But if you're in league with the six, y'all need to be nixed

Like a vampire punctures a vein and greedily licks

Drainers of life, y'all make it look good but you ain't feedin me ish

Prince of Persia, but it's only on the throne of evil he sits

Father of lies, serpent who speaks with a hiss, praise God I'm free from his grip

'Cause when he sees what he gets, and he's in the pit

Yo, I'm readin his lips, he's pleadin the fifth

(repeat Chorus)

Verse 2:

(Othello)

As if I wandered away, little by little

The compromise began to build, before too long I understood that I had .

Fallen astray, like a sheep apart from a flock

And the shepherd to guide I find myself suddenly being

Tossed in the waves, and the wage that sin pays

Began to cave in, mentally raped by Satan

With abrasive thoughts on display

Slammed against the shore, face to the sand but I'm breathing

God, for what reason? A heathen convicted of treason

Should obtain grace but how? Father, I've defiled my faith

Ashamed to even show my face to Thee

For fear of annihilation, certainly to be bestowed upon me.

Incompetently I chose my own path easily

With no instructions necessary, just follow my own desires.

Stuck within the mire, heaven help me from a path

Of destruction and hell fire, please let me come home now

(repeat Chorus)