Conscious of Sin

Yo, this be chapter two; Conscious of Sin
Word, damn

[Verse 1:]
My mind sometimes be haunted by my memories
Visions in my head show me digging up my enemies
I hate to go to sleep because of the dread that's in my head
At times I find myself running from shadows of the dead
They're trying to pull me under and bury me alive
I wake up thinking it's over and thinking I survived
They pull me back to sleep and separate my soul
From my body and put my bloody flesh in a hole
Ah, shit gets worse, now the curse caves my faith in
I rose from beneath the surface of Earth as Satan
Inflicting people with war, drugs, diseases
Jumped up, fell back to sleep, resurrected, ah Jesus
Healing the same motherfuckers I just inflicted
Spreading righteousness through word of God, my mind is twisted
A holy war in the mental, I'm sort of brain dead
Spirits got me under pressure and they're fucking up my head

[Chorus:]
Now I lay, me down, to sleep
I pray to Lord, my soul he'll keep
And if I should die, before I awake
I pray to Lord, my soul he'll take

[Verse 2:]
A priest, performed an exorcism when I was conceived at birth
To cast another demon off the Earth
Devils, worship me like a thesis
Nurses, rolled me in a room full of priests
Where they attempted to cleanse my soul from evil
With crosses, bibles, holy words, and needles
Redrum, voices, evil dead, they told me
I snatched the cross, jigged the priest in the head and left him holy (damn) My spiritual circle is evil, priests, they attacked it
They jumped all over my flesh and put me in a straightjacket
Strapped me to the bed the priest screamed as he bled
They tackled me and shackled me from my feet up to my head
Now I lay to rest no longer stressing my escape
I fall deep into a dream, I see those spirits and I awake

[Chorus:]
Now I lay, me down, to sleep
I pray to Lord, my soul he'll keep
And if I should die, before I awake
I pray to Lord, my soul he'll take

[Verse 3:]
Another time my mind dwelled on the spell
I heard cries from the dead, souls burning in hell
Visions of their flesh drowning in the flood
While under hallucinations, I've seen heads soaked in blood
I snapped back to reality and dashed for my Bible
Opened it up in hurried confusion, reaching for survival
But all of a sudden, I'm overpowered by that curse
The Psalms that I've read made my visions worse
Seen a therapist, told him spirits tried to bury me
Spilt what's on my mind, when I was done, he needed therapy (damn)
He recommended a baptism, a sacrifice
My soul rose to heaven, but was cast back down by Christ (damn)
In forms of thunder, rain and hail, heavy winds
Not even the blood of Christ could cleanse my Consciuos of Sin

[Outro:]
Straight up, goin through them spiritual chambers dealin with death
Come back to haunt you in the mental
No doubt, straight up that Red Hook ill shit
Drug game shit