If you already preach and obey
Why not love and pray
For all the un-answered questions you have
For all the silent prayers you´ve preached
He sent me
For the strong are made weak and the arts have changed
For the rock has lost it´s edge
We´ve come
For we are not proud
We preach in silence
For we are not rich
We love in poverty
For the money does not come before the man
For the work is not only physical
For you´re not condemned to be forgotten or lost
He has found you time and time again
For he does not forget
But forgive
Enjoy this brief moment of peace
In this infinite box of time
For the arts have changed
And so will the value of men
Once they reach into their soul and find their true value
They will seek payment
For their eyes have been blinded
Now they take their blinds off
You who can see with the eye of the mind
Heed to the king before you and after
For he does not forget
But forgive
If you preach for the money
And obey the laws of men
Even if your injustices never face the light
You will sow what you sought
For freedom was given to you
And you can choose to believe
But you can´t unlisten to the truths
We´ll plague you for there are also men who know
For those who have been silenced
They will find the will to scream
For even if you kill all our messiahs
There´s always a Weedman nearby
For his blood still runs, thicker than ever before
For when the arts changed he was a step ahead
and he sent a Weedman