I settled on my dying day with Satan I deceived him and now nobody can clip my wings Reasoning is always so difficult to me What does it matter? If everything comes out well turning out wrong. I was born a good day, my mother wasn't virgin the king didn't come, it didn't matter either I perform miracles: I turn water into wyne I resurrect if I roll a joint I'm Evaristo, the king of the deck (of cards) I live behind bars, I was a body man before Merchants occupied my temple and they applied me prevention of terrorism act. How much more do I need to be God, God,God? How much more do I need to convince? How much more do I need to be God, God,God? How much more do I need to convince? And I lost the count of the times I loved you I unhinged your life to put it beside me I vomited my soul in every verse I gave you What did I give you? I forgot, I've got so much to say yet What to say? I wanted to know the marginalized and one day I saw myself getting up in h**ne and there was even more, such a nightmare: Crucified based on pills I'm Evaristo, the king of the deck (of cards) I live behind bars, I was a body man before Merchants occupied my temple and they applied me prevention of terrorism act. How much more do I need to be God, God,God? How much more do I need to convince? How much more do I need to be God, God,God? How much more do I need to convince?