I have predicted events before they have occurredAs a child with a special gift, I swore the wind spokeAs I awoke from dreams of a real life which I couldn't seem to obtainOnly pain chasin' shadows in the dayAnd at night it was even worseSubmerged in a, coma-type chaos wonderin' from which my talent cameWorshippin' idols with many names, I lusted for changeGranted an intuition beyond human definitionHurdling my barren living conditionsScreamin' for someone to listen, pushin the limits of man's superstitionMy body deformed, my brain suffered lack of nutritionLabeled a dreamer with no sense of what is or isn'tOne theory, I'm the son of a witch's covenantIf you could name a spirit then with my pen, I can summon itSome people say, I'm evil as you gonna getOthers say my parents were experimented on by the governmentThere's certain things I write if the world knew they'd be amazedI got their entire lives in my notebook and I'm the author of the last pageBut please God don't punish meMake bad things happen to kids who made fun of meHeard Nostradamus, he like the son of meSome people come to me, said they seen me in a visionAll over the world they bow, and I ain't even religiousIt's weird for me to live this, the spirits in my lyricsSometimes they reveal shit that, I don't wanna know likeKennedy, Saddam, Vietnam, Bills of CongressAll my life somethin wasn't right the night they took Christopher WallaceI've wandered through the corpses, of Hiroshima also in AuschwitzI've been chased out of Rome by priests with crossesAir Forces have reported, seen my image project, astrallyI'm the chemical make up in the universe tapestryHalf of me, cries for this condition of manStay poison the land, I'm not sure of which position to standBut take me by the hand, the Poison Pen offers resurrectionShrouded in darkness with no heaven protectionYou lay in the aftermath of he who laughs lastNow I have written it, so it shall come to passConversations with God, one day I thought I saw youIn the midst of angels burning on fire in Egyptian soilThe moon blighted, red the dead, speakin' in original tongueThat I only understood the sound, the work has now begunHounds after the blood of your servant, the serpents circle my feetAs I glide towards the steps of the Vatican, your MajestyYou gave me the key to cover the land with the seaI excavate the lost tablets that contain five more commandmentsAbandonment of your second-born child down the NileMisplaced him in Jersey, it taught him survivalYou guide my hand as I write the modern BibleNot to denounce the first one but after I finish writin' mine it's finalI scream of rage that's primal, sneaking up your spinalI speak it slow and clear so you can press it up on vinylMy death is comin soon, for the love of savagesAnd what I say will be translated into many languagesSome say I'm crazy cause I'm John Doe by choiceBut God speaks to the children through the use of my voiceI'm somethin different to everyone and refuse to do what many have doneI'm the reincarnation of Adam but you knew that from day oneNo need for me to get mad, it's my time to heal themAnd if I have an enemy, the Lord God will kill themAnd my job will be done until all time is doneI'm made from the very same clay that God begot his own sonYo, yeah, the tragedy of Poison Pen
