“Elaborate schemes they dream and instill Young minds, washed brains designed to kill... for real Cold hearted, shit startin', cussin' and insane fussin' Saggin' and braggin' about pettiness and frontin'... but it's nothin' Irrelevant but sellin' it to lost souls and tricks Who knows the wind blows 'til the gods' come crushin' Better recognize 'cause it won't be televised... the reckoning” SalvationAwakeningRedemptionGodsReckoningLost SoulsWayward Sons Author:T.F. Hodge