The Accidental Troubadour

You're so skilled  at the art of benevolence  we all bow down  in reverence You have control  you have the power  alone by yourself  way up in the tower Your intentions are good  you want to help out  it doesn't matter  if we scream or if we shout You created it all  made it up in your mind  it can't be wrong because you're so  kind Benevolence is something That your a master at Your the doctor and nurse You wear all the hats

She won’t say much  Miss Lysistrata But when she does  She’s gonna tell you a lotta  You won’t know it’s coming There’ll be nothing to expect  She’ll gather her sisters  and they’ll hold back sex Just like the badasses  in 9 to 5 They ain’t taking no more shit  You just stepped in the hive Forever lied to  taken for granted She gathered her sisters  and together they banded  She won’t say much  Miss Lysistrata But when she does  She’s gonna tell you a lotta 

I freed myself from the shackles of religion  and it happened  a long time ago I’ve been working  to find myself  and I think there’s  something you should know Religion is one thing  and spirituality is another They’ll throw everything at you but it’s all just a cover They’ll try to scare you  and fill you with fear don’t let it get to you  cause you’re so damn near near to being free  and you’ll soon see the duplicity  Lose religion and gain your Spirituality  “Forcing your religious beliefs on to others is SPIRITUAL TERRORISM”

she moved to the city when she was young  she wanted fame she wanted to have fun  she’s a disco singer  this her Disco Spiritual  pounding the pavement day after day  she’s gonna make it somehow someway  she’s a disco singer  it’s her  Disco Spiritual  she’s a disco singer a dance floor DIVA it’s her disco spiritual  she made the dance floor her fucking altar moving to her beat it’s so spiritual  she’s a disco singer it’s her disco spiritual  making those beats and mixing those hits  baby won’t stop cause she’s gotta gift  she’s a disco singer this her disco spiritual  when your feeling down and so fucking low  count on baby to get you on the floor  she’s a disco singer this her disco spiritual 

You are not  what you seem You don’t say  what you mean   You are a  Pred-A-Tor  Like you drive  a white van With candy  in your hand  with your fingers on the door You seek out  the meek Look for those  that are weak You are a Pred-a-tor You are not the one that they would expect  Cause Sometimes you stand  in the pulpit  If you don’t suppress but rather you express you won’t be  the culprit You seek out the meek Look for those that are weak You are a Pred-a-tor It’s not a Mohawk  a piercing or a tatt  You don’t have to  worry about that  They are the ones  that express themselves  It’s those that point a finger  The ones you can’t tell  They put up  A fake front  they even  open up your door  But you better watch out because  they are a secret  pred-a-tor You seek out the meek Look for the weak You are a Pred-a-tor You seek out the meek Look for ...