Born foresaken, Im a vacant cloud searching for harp musicians
Heavenly scribes arrive to nurture my hearts suspicions
Sought 'solace' in the 'shadows', it worked cos' the 'dark' would 'listen'
Persued the 'light' on the sabbath, went to church but the 'spark' was missin
I tried rubbin Buddha bellies, and four leaf clovers
'Knocked' two years off, trina preach Jehovah
Jesus said that he would emulate the feats of Jonah
But resurrection means; deceased who rose up!
See Jonah was asleep when he was inside the whale
I guess the Gospel writers thought that Jonah died in the tale
Contradictions equal fiction, and fiction breeds confusion
What are my thoughts on crucifixion? Fantasies, illusions
Claimin' he was God's the same as worshippin' 'cows'
Even these Hindu dudes feel me, Indians 'jerkin' they brows
The proud scribes said "Be thankful for the skill that He gave you!"
Then handed me a quill from the wings of an angel
Now I'm hurling metaphorical rocks, at David's Star
Screaming at you heathens "Praise Allah!!"