Richie Righteous's Page

Wanna Cypha? What's up?

Son melts me I'm hot to death

Old self gone took it's very last breath

So much Christ in my veins none of my blood left

It's like I just woke up. Tell Van Winkle I slept

Don't call me pious just call me eyeless

And I can hear the one who can give sight to my blindness

Itchin' for his healing so I scratch like vinyls

Say a prayer for me if I were you then I would.