
Another day trapped in the sheep pen
Gettin fed all typa feed
Camped up right side the sheep gate
Waiting for my chance to flee
I don’t know what they be sayin
But I know it ain’t for me
Cuz allz I know is I can see and
what I see is blasphemy
They always sayin they needing savin
But who saves a piece of meat?
Locked up inside the sheep pen
Got em marching to the beat
But outside the sheeple dreamland
A Paradise they could never see
It’s ride or die
I ain’t fearing no man
I’d rather die than lose my faith
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