Sometimes I wonder why people would follow me
I′m a god emcee but I struggle to find some peace
And honestly overtime my chest became hollow becauseI don't seem to cry or breathe it′s as scary as Halloween
Thinking back on the craziness I done seen
Feel like Constantine just call me the Hellblazer
I'm hell's savior the oxymoron for the streets
Descended from heaven just to become a Hellraiser
I felt safer with the people they label thugs
You hated us for using the tools they gave us plus
Create a grudge you see the fire they carry right?
Left them with no choice so most had to carry white
Man I know I′m bound to go overheads
Raised on Elm Street can′t wake up if you go to bed
They load the lead all respect for the deadly shooter
When they get stripes they remind you of Freddy Krueger
Every day is a nightmare
At war with the world so the world never fights fair
It might scare many escaping the matrix
Even that psychopathic cat named Patrick can see how they bait men
To become an American Psycho
Share the despair in the Bible prepare the revival
Carry a rifle to send my foes to a better place
We was all raised in a place that starts with the letter h
Trauma could be the reason ya mind ain't in a better state
Tuck the heater for heathens if they need to see Heaven′s gates
But it's a better way just let them pray
While I sit and converse chopping it up with Leather Face
I′m hell'z saint
Consider it the last note
One last go at redemption the last hope
The black soul vision for blind sheep
Found a way to survive but never could find peace
I′m hell'z saint feeling like Hell'z Saint
This is the mind of Hell′z Saint
Got this s on my chest for the lamb who′ve hurt
Symbol of hope for everyone who was damned at birth
I'm hell′z saint
Let's talk man to woman man to man
Call my people lazy yet we move in a land of sand
When crack hit you really think that was random man
They had every hood hooked craving that candy man
But look we still grinding still shining
Don′t get the same opportunities most gotta back door it
Some sell dope some play ball some rap for it
We all just trying to get through the door like Jack Torrence
Go mad for it if only you could imagine the
Tears sweat and blood that it took like Dracula
You can't fathom what it takes for us to reach Exodus
It′ll make you scream like the devil in The Exorcist
The method is treacherous but genius and excellent
Better get back if weapons lift the pest became pessimists
Nobody's off limits if they need to make some bread
Put chrome to ya lady's dome and erase her head
You brave you dead they fed when they take ya bread
I came to set a path different than the one Satan did
Using music to fuse it with the ink in this crazy pen
Now every beat is child′s play to an alien
I′m John the Baptist at Crystal Lake with the mic on fire
Tend to butcher rappers like I'm Jason or Michael Myers
Pinhead told me that Ghost Face even got inspired
The jig′s all up Satan hates when he's not admired
I′m hell'z saint
Consider it the last note
One last go at redemption the last hope
The black soul vision for blind sheep
Found a way to survive but never could find peace
I′m hell'z saint feeling like Hell'z Saint
This is the mind of Hell′z Saint
Got this s on my chest for the lamb who′ve hurt
Symbol of hope for everyone who was damned at birth
I'm hell′z saint
