Absent Minded
Soup Kitchen Exorcism
give anyone alittle bit of power
and they go mental
power corrupts
its a proven fact
not chemical
just the other night
I went out for a bit
met this chick
and she was hungry
so i took her to the soup Kitchen
WE walked and walked
through the sahdows of city blocks
and cement parkinglots
I'd ask her why she was so quiet
and the shed gasp between breaths
that it was becasue of something she couldn't talk
she was hungry
she hadn't eaten for days
so given the power over this weak mind i had
i lead her through the streets
through the parks
by the york hotel
by the police department
by the jail cells
and she was walking slow
she asked me between breaths
do you have a blanket
so i can stay warm tonight
i had three
but i said no
i know its not right
in this country
we give it all away to a third world
fro free
but here in our own back yard
the poor on the streets
are made to pay for everything
15 dollars for a recycled shirt with stains and tears
25 dollars for an old pair of blue jeans
and what they cant sell to the homeless
the designer nioce stuff
they send to africa and they dress like starving kings
but our own backyard cant breathe
Finally we approached the lighthouse
the soupkitchen
we could hear the gospel strumming guitar from the street
she looked at me and i said
you see that open signe
and she nodded
adn i said you can eat there at this time every day for free
so we go inside
and she gets some bread and some soup
and the pastor there blesses her tired wretched poor souk
and treacherous heart
and she begins her meal
and she turns to me ansd asks
aren't you gonna have a bowl
no i said, i'm full
anbd i thought to myself
ive eatena lot today
like five pizza pops and a sandwich and three pieces of fish
some salad and some fries
and the sehe looked at her soup and began to eart between her sighs
relaease from hunger
and thats when it happened
There was a niative man with long hair
and hwe was sitting there in the corner
in a black wooden chair
flies buzzing around him
and he didnt seem to care
lookedlike he hadnt slept for like a week
wrether it was the homelesness or drug induced wasnt up to me
and i began to think of my primminister
on a drunken binge
pulling up to this place in his limosine
throwing money on the floor
yelling at the homeless
telling them to get on their hands and knees and crawl and take it all
and then he threw mor money on the floor and said here
take somemore
and in my third eye i was iomagining htis previous real ife event
under rug swept
some drunk politician on a crusade against our own homneless who cares soo much
abou tthe peace keeping missions and all the money hes spent
for the global interst
he himslef is spotlighted in
and thats when it happened
the native man in the black chair
who didnt seem to care
that he as falling asleep
to the strumming music of christianity
of prophets and jsesus begans to shake
liek he couldnt stop sneezing
he shook and shook
and quaked and quaked
the man from the soup kitchen noticed this and put down his spoon
and walked over to him and said stop it!
stop it right now!
The girl i had took there began to play with her food,
the soup must not have been that good and she sopped up som of it with her bred
the nativ in the chair rolled his head bak
eyes rolled bakc in his head
started shaking violently
quaking instinctively
he was out of control
so the soup kitchen man
called for his preacher
he called him by his first name
and alas the soup kitchen preacher came forward
and he held the native man having a seizure by the hand and said
OUT SATAN OUT
KET JESUS INTO YOUR HEART
with the power invested in me
i command
then i cut him off
with call 911
hes having a seisure
but he was soo powefull
soo in command
soo putre and holy
he had the devil under his powers
so he continued
OUT SATAN OUT BE GONE
BOTHER THIS MAN NO MORE
LET JESUS INTO YOUR HEART
he shook and shook
his eyes crossed and he drooled
his head banged against the wall and then the native man screamed
ZEEEEEEEUUUUUUUUUSSSSSS
NOT ZUES said the preache
JESUS!
LET JESUS INTO YOUR HEART
BE GONER SATAN
so i got up and asked
does anyone have a cell phone?
forgetting where i was at
a homesless mans soup kitchen
this man was having a seisure
and needed medical assistance
wether it was drug induced or stress
OUT SATAN OUT
LET JESUS
ZEEEEEUUUUUUUUUUSSSSS
ZZZZZEEEEEUUUUUUUUSSSSS
not zeus satan
the homeless kept eating
and i started thinking of that crooked politician
throwing money on the floor
how he made the paper
the radio
and everyone laughed it up
I gotta go isaid to HARMONY
that was the homeless girls name
she was 21
on the way to the soup kitchen she convinced me she had only done drugs once
and she was hopmeless due to other influences
it was nice meeting you harmony
but enjoy your soup
and then the native man said
what's going on?
theres something funny to be said about power over people and manipulation
theres something weird about powerfull forces and medication
theres something to be said about preminitions and politics
theres something to be said about this Soup Kitchen Exorcism
But im not Jesus
so when he gets here
i'll let him stick up for himself
but i knwo if i was that native man
id be upset someone tried to manipulate
me with religion rather than get me medical attention.....
I cried that night
and again i sent a poisoned prayer to god
are we really this lost?
and they go mental
power corrupts
its a proven fact
not chemical
just the other night
I went out for a bit
met this chick
and she was hungry
so i took her to the soup Kitchen
WE walked and walked
through the sahdows of city blocks
and cement parkinglots
I'd ask her why she was so quiet
and the shed gasp between breaths
that it was becasue of something she couldn't talk
she was hungry
she hadn't eaten for days
so given the power over this weak mind i had
i lead her through the streets
through the parks
by the york hotel
by the police department
by the jail cells
and she was walking slow
she asked me between breaths
do you have a blanket
so i can stay warm tonight
i had three
but i said no
i know its not right
in this country
we give it all away to a third world
fro free
but here in our own back yard
the poor on the streets
are made to pay for everything
15 dollars for a recycled shirt with stains and tears
25 dollars for an old pair of blue jeans
and what they cant sell to the homeless
the designer nioce stuff
they send to africa and they dress like starving kings
but our own backyard cant breathe
Finally we approached the lighthouse
the soupkitchen
we could hear the gospel strumming guitar from the street
she looked at me and i said
you see that open signe
and she nodded
adn i said you can eat there at this time every day for free
so we go inside
and she gets some bread and some soup
and the pastor there blesses her tired wretched poor souk
and treacherous heart
and she begins her meal
and she turns to me ansd asks
aren't you gonna have a bowl
no i said, i'm full
anbd i thought to myself
ive eatena lot today
like five pizza pops and a sandwich and three pieces of fish
some salad and some fries
and the sehe looked at her soup and began to eart between her sighs
relaease from hunger
and thats when it happened
There was a niative man with long hair
and hwe was sitting there in the corner
in a black wooden chair
flies buzzing around him
and he didnt seem to care
lookedlike he hadnt slept for like a week
wrether it was the homelesness or drug induced wasnt up to me
and i began to think of my primminister
on a drunken binge
pulling up to this place in his limosine
throwing money on the floor
yelling at the homeless
telling them to get on their hands and knees and crawl and take it all
and then he threw mor money on the floor and said here
take somemore
and in my third eye i was iomagining htis previous real ife event
under rug swept
some drunk politician on a crusade against our own homneless who cares soo much
abou tthe peace keeping missions and all the money hes spent
for the global interst
he himslef is spotlighted in
and thats when it happened
the native man in the black chair
who didnt seem to care
that he as falling asleep
to the strumming music of christianity
of prophets and jsesus begans to shake
liek he couldnt stop sneezing
he shook and shook
and quaked and quaked
the man from the soup kitchen noticed this and put down his spoon
and walked over to him and said stop it!
stop it right now!
The girl i had took there began to play with her food,
the soup must not have been that good and she sopped up som of it with her bred
the nativ in the chair rolled his head bak
eyes rolled bakc in his head
started shaking violently
quaking instinctively
he was out of control
so the soup kitchen man
called for his preacher
he called him by his first name
and alas the soup kitchen preacher came forward
and he held the native man having a seizure by the hand and said
OUT SATAN OUT
KET JESUS INTO YOUR HEART
with the power invested in me
i command
then i cut him off
with call 911
hes having a seisure
but he was soo powefull
soo in command
soo putre and holy
he had the devil under his powers
so he continued
OUT SATAN OUT BE GONE
BOTHER THIS MAN NO MORE
LET JESUS INTO YOUR HEART
he shook and shook
his eyes crossed and he drooled
his head banged against the wall and then the native man screamed
ZEEEEEEEUUUUUUUUUSSSSSS
NOT ZUES said the preache
JESUS!
LET JESUS INTO YOUR HEART
BE GONER SATAN
so i got up and asked
does anyone have a cell phone?
forgetting where i was at
a homesless mans soup kitchen
this man was having a seisure
and needed medical assistance
wether it was drug induced or stress
OUT SATAN OUT
LET JESUS
ZEEEEEUUUUUUUUUUSSSSS
ZZZZZEEEEEUUUUUUUUSSSSS
not zeus satan
the homeless kept eating
and i started thinking of that crooked politician
throwing money on the floor
how he made the paper
the radio
and everyone laughed it up
I gotta go isaid to HARMONY
that was the homeless girls name
she was 21
on the way to the soup kitchen she convinced me she had only done drugs once
and she was hopmeless due to other influences
it was nice meeting you harmony
but enjoy your soup
and then the native man said
what's going on?
theres something funny to be said about power over people and manipulation
theres something weird about powerfull forces and medication
theres something to be said about preminitions and politics
theres something to be said about this Soup Kitchen Exorcism
But im not Jesus
so when he gets here
i'll let him stick up for himself
but i knwo if i was that native man
id be upset someone tried to manipulate
me with religion rather than get me medical attention.....
I cried that night
and again i sent a poisoned prayer to god
are we really this lost?
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Soup Kitchen Exorcism
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