Wise Man

Wiseman closed his mouth

Madman closed his fist

Young man shows his age

Judge man named it sin

Bad man don' exist no

No evil man exists

Good man don't exist no

No righteous man exists

Sad man cannot cry in place where man can see

Never witnessed father weep

This old man thought it weak

But strong man don't exist no

No undying man exists

Weak man don't exist no

Just flesh and blood exists

But your mother would be proud of you

I bet your mother would be proud of you

The beast will crawl this earth

Then fall in the dirt to feed the crows

They'll rip apart his flesh

Til all that's left is glorious bone

So you'll bury your own

Too vain

You saw it unfold

What you know

And you claimed all you could hold

Until death did you part from the mess you made

I bet your mother would be proud of you

I bet your mother would be proud of you

Primate sharpens tool

To survive and thrive in the jungle

Maybe hearts were made to pump blood

Maybe lungs were made for flood

I won't blunt my blade for cut these chains

Rather let my limbs be drug through mud

You're my brother but your eyes are cold

You're my sister but your womb is bare

I bet our mother would be proud of you

I bet our mother would be proud of you

Bad man don't exist

No evil man exists

I know good man don't exist

No righteous man exists

Strong man don't exist

No undying man exists

Weak man don't exist

No just flesh and blood exists