On My Way To Heaven Or Hell

On my way to Heaven or Hell

Rambling Bible versus mixed with raps,
thinking of all the cheese that pulled me into traps,

Chasing clues.
A straight path couldn't be walked in these new shoes.
I had to be God, create something out of nothing.
Ever ate a Newport for breakfast and liquor for luncheons?
Don't preach your blue-eyed religion to me,
Sitting behind stained-glass hypocrisy
You say you're a Christian, but won't say "have this".
I mark myself a Christian, and you say "you missed."
I'm an outsider, for real, so you won't feel me within.
You're still measuring the big and little sins.
You're still pompous, looking down on me.
Well maybe now I can look down from Eternity.

On My Way To Heaven or Hell (Peace Out)