(Jimmy P. Brown II)

A crime of the mind, it's a terrible thing to waste

A sign of the times when mine is feeling out of place

Could it be that it's me who's a victim of society's plan

New stage - big chance, a wave of the Savior's hand

Words to the wise and the poor of spirit

Words to those whose thoughts are clear

Words to those who have the ears to hear it

Words to the ones drawing near

I walk away when they say that my Lord and my God is dead

When they kneel they reveal that they worship an idea instead

Getting caught in the thoughts of a nation selling lies

We are chained to the game of ignorance epitomized

The mind and the time lie in the embryonic state

To reveal and conceal as we're learning how to love and hate

Laying waste as we taste of the fruit of the poisoned tree

Guiltless lamb come again breaks the chains

And to set us free

A crime of the mind, a terrible thing to waste

Now I know why I'm so helplessly out of place

Sin undone, kingdom come, cause this world is not my home

Cast my lot, food for thought, words of wisdom of a life atoned?