Legacy Lost
Intro
Father creates Son,
Father begets Son
Son begets Father
This is how the story goes – or so I’m told
It goes a little something like this
Verse 1
[Yo] As a raised son, I’ve been burned to a raisin
In the raised Son’s rays once – let me explain some
Back in the day one young man
Chose a mate purposefully to go to make God, unsanctioned
To do so, but why would you go to play God a lot?
Ain’t God good enough? The duo was not satisfied
With “God’s sacrifice”, they got to do it over
Couldn’t just jot that advice down, that should you touch what’s God’s it’s got to have a price?
Would you once? How about after thrice?
Now as the times pass us by it’s not super surprising
After you circumcised me as you do for a tithing
You must’ve liked me too, for the time being
Who had a clue that’s the Truth underlying?
Before you had a boot to my hinny?
What did I do for you to despise me?
You should advise me to be a better kid
But if you don’t love me as I am, you never did
I love you to death, but when your life ends,
I don’t expect to live the rest of it because…
Hook
To this here point in life’s course, I’ve lived a pointless life; yours
Not my own, but if the choice is like yours
Good God, I won’t have disappointed by force, I’m scorned
But why’d your then second seed find your
Acceptance instead of me? Am I your eye sore?
Perfected Jesus in the flesh, a cyborg
Recipe for the death of me to my horror
Nothing’s left for me except to leave from my source
Especially his legacy to die for
Verse 2
How could my greatest benefactor have been a factor of my anguish?
Am I to avenge the great sins of my parents before I parish?
The aim is for the apprentice to vanquish his apprehensions
To make his aimless existence apparent
Easier to say this when doing is dangerous
Violence was used to silence us
But such ain’t a risk because enough water underneath breaks the bridge
And the channel’s so stuffed upstream
To make an example for us must mean the last straw
Back of the camel’s broke puffing hard
The thing’s you all want to stop holding my hand, then don’t
Because if I bit the hand that fed me off, that’d make me a fucking cannibal
I’m a damned adult, right? Thanks to you, why can’t you recognize
My final obstacle left in life’s not for you
The light bulb’s got to screw me over less than my
First steps out of your shadow, because confrontation’s half of the battle since…
Verse 3
Why Pops, I’ve got to give you your props
For dealing with your Mom’s BS, but ain’t
The better way to repay the favor
Is to make things on me less? But hey,
Even though I honor you, I’m on to you, honestly
I’m sure just like you’re on to me
This ain’t no prophecy anomaly, but I’ve got to see for myself, what is this God in me?
If God indeed, if my soul is not emptied
Is it selfish to give up the lie of a life
You’re living if you’re giving it to the helpless?
You’d probably respond “hell yes”
If it’s not of the monetary realm it’s
Not for me, well shit, what do you know?
It went in one ear then out the other, because what do you know?
Lock your seat belt and helmets as if on a bumpy ride
Called life, because the Truth’s not always what we’d like all the time
Mostly mortals abide by only your rules, so I’ve got to please you?
Possibly not, to make omelets, we’ve got to be willing to break some eggs
So I’ve got to leave this legacy that I’ve got to leave
Hell, I’d bet Jesus Himself does not believe that…
Afterward
This destiny; I can already feel the effects of the pedigree hex on me lessening
You and I both know what happens when salt looses it’s taste
I know we’ve had our differences, but this has gone too far for far too long
We keep butting heads, but in the end, that just makes us buttheads
I am but a product of your own doing
I’ve created a monster, like Father, like Son
Sins of the past still biting you in the ass
Things will never be the same
Ever since young, I’ve been plagued with the question: “What now?”