Tell me, exactly what have you done by yourself
how you achieved this, this solitary effort
in which you make fun of those around you who lost
still your certainty, while you gloat over the shelf
Indeed your trophies, no one will deny you won
still somebody else who doesn't smell like Roquefort
Glorious in fame for he understood the cost
little do you know how we are all born again
or do you deny such uncertainty, my son
reject the scriptures set before you which you read
invoke his own name in moments of shock or awe
only you believe in yourself as your own creed
until you bow down to one greater than the law
survival implies and you infer amongst men
Ask yourself, why me, in moments of self-pity
no one answers prayers, you imagine this as true
Atheist, a brand you wear, Nike's on your feet
pretend that street life made you hard as the city
pretend you don't know someone guides you as you run
each day, over you, a halo of cool fire blue
ask yourself, why me, for you have the others beat
long misunderstood, you begin to see the light
for now it makes sense, beyond all logic, my son
objects of reason, you learned in school, in math class
right and wrong, ethics beyond the classroom, the law
Glory be to God, as He manifests in grass
obey his conscience, you witness in shock and awe
despite those whose lives you smite, praise him, honor bright
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