[Intro]

Chapter twenty-three

Thou shalt not bow down to their gods, nor serve them, nor do after their works

But thou shalt utterly overthrow them, and quite break down their images

And ye shall serve the Lord your God, and he shall bless thy bread, and thy water

And in all things that I have said unto you, be circumspect

And make no mention of the name of other gods, neither let it be heard out of thy mouth

Then, I will be an enemy unto thine enemies, and an adversary unto thine adversaries

For mine Angel shall go before thee, and the Canaanites, and the Hivites, and the Jebusites

And I will cut them off

[Verse 1]

Same city Whitey hail from

Same town that the strangler stole the air from

I was raised Irish catholic

Never talk about your feelings

Tell them you're fantastic

Around here you're either savage or you're plastic

Drive a Benz or a broken Ford Maverick

They all been living a lie

Because they worship the wealth

More than they do their false god

I don't talk too much

I been living in the basement

Tryna make a statement

I been writing all night

Young Edgar Allen with the blinds closed tight

So when I say I fucking hate myself

And when I say I lost my sanity

Just know that's not my full capacity

Could never hate myself as much as I hate humanity

[Hook]

Not a material man

I got a mic, two guitars and a dream in my hands

I see you flexing them bands like you got something to prove

Well I got nothing to lose

Not a material man

I got a mic, two guitars and a dream in my hands

I see you flexing them bands like you got something to prove

Well I got nothing to lose

[Verse 2]

What a cluster fuck I'm fucking up

They telling me to lighten up

Hit them in the brain with the same damn thing

Playing in the rain, man I'm fucked up mane

Grew up too fast, tryna make it last

But it ain't coming back

Still an outcast, still an asshole

Tryna get past no payroll

See I wouldn't give a fuck if I had a surplus

Intuition in my gut so I keep my mouth shut

I don't say shit unless it's about the fucking music

Homosapien equipped with the wit so I use it

Feel your flesh breaking open

And your knuckles start turning white

You been holding on for too long

Sleep all day, wide awake at night

[Hook]

Not a material man

I got a mic, two guitars and a dream in my hands

I see you flexing them bands like you got something to prove

Well I got nothing to lose

Not a material man

I got a mic, two guitars and a dream in my hands

I see you flexing them bands like you got something to prove

Well I got nothing to lose