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Oh me, Oh my I've made a mistake but the Miss I took was a Mrs. this is raisin'
the stakes I was supposed to be the purer man of the
puritans Demons are despotic within me, much like the
Führer's hand More like an iron fist 'n' I'm inisitin' on
her snitchin' but she doesn't drop the ball she's good at
keepin' sealed lips when she stands up, she knows where fait'll place
her Right next to me? HA! Nah maybe later.
Hey, I'm not the villain don't call me a Darth Vader
'cause I'll never claim to be the father, was not a participator
in the adultery, sure you can call me poultry, I may be a chicken, but time passes and plot
thickens You wanna see, my girl my kid and me, out
on the pillory? are you kidding me? You want a guilty plea?
Instead I'll write this song for Hester 'cause she'll take the rap
If she walks it off it'll be painless, take a lap.
Although I'm livin' in glory I feel like Giles Corey
'cause this sutuation's pressin me into depression, constestin' my own profession
I am every second, guessing and I hope they're sympathetic to my synthetic
confessions self-mutilation in a dark room
hopin' that it will lessen the consequences of messin'
with Ms prynne, 'cause I'm headed to hell, a charred doom
I need a doctor like a cartoon, to be be reanimated Hate the player and I hate the game, it ended
up with me checkmated The game of life requires a strategy, hypocrisy
I'm winning, but this is tragedy I'm Sophocles. I write my own end in, with every sermon
the vermin condemned then, I preach against vanity
gotta guard my image, loosin' my sanity abandon religion and family
GOD sees all and forgives, but all I envision is calamity.
Its Dimmesdale's doctor of dastardly deeds dealing, the drugs that he's taking
He's got a story that's CHILLING, WORTH investigating My diagnosis is he's got a bad case of face-aids
(FACADES) its made worse 'cause he's emaciated, tried to
pray the guilt away it was fruitless, when its truth-less, so uncouth?
Yes! He tried to fool me but forgot that I was
Black Man educated, and the more that I contemplate it, the more
that I really hate him! All the while I see clear as hate will allow
me, but it also endows me with
the power to see that he invalidated the dowry I'm surprised, he stands strong still towering
strides through life like he's sans wrong, no cowering
But he's still a coward, forever progressing downward
down to depths of hell, wishes deep in he the well
Wallowing on the sin. Only I know that did it
I may be the devil, but at least I'm willing to admit it.
I'm the leech of the preacher I speak to you in the bleachers
Bystanders I do beseech ya, re-evaluate the sinners
I may have broken my hippocratic oath, torturing this hypocritical iconoclastic oaf
But i wouldn't be crazy, and Hester be the loneliest
if Dimmesdale hadn't been so dang sanctimonious.