My temple;
the sanctuary, my own personal cemetery when I die burn my flesh, no bury
honored in death, tattooed on my left breast;
and written on my right arm; the blood, the sweat, the glory;
My temple;
the place that confines me, hides me, but I'm the one that guides the
on bent knees, the Alpha and the Omega, revives me
week like 7days, in my temple on sundays I pray
My temple;
home to all dimensions of myself;
the bastard, the thug, the abuser of love,
the gangsta, the gentlemen,
the disciple of the Son
My temple;
the crib where my spirit rest,
my spot protected by fragile flesh,
but my temple is protected by skull and mane