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I Wonder
We represent what we stand from from here across the land
We die and go to Shangrila walk on juggalos sands
Juggalos smokin' joints and tokin' bongs for hours
And what about the faygo showers
They go on and on, they never stop
As soon as one's done we pop another top
A place where it rains diamonds every night
And the days area always sunny and bright
The family will never again shed a tear
Cause there's no sadness or depression, not even fear
Cities of emerald and streets of gold
Are not all that our Shangrila has to hold
There's so much more that I'm wanting to tell
Things that I wont even know, until the sound of the bell
Unless it was the opposite path that you decided to chose
Then the Devil shall have his way with you
You have no reason to throw that huge ass fit
You made the choices that sent you to Hell's Pit
With lakes of fire, and streams of blood
Never again to see a faygo flood
Instead of diamonds it rains corpses for hours
Not a single beautiful thing, not the smallest patch of flowers
The oceans full of lava and beaches of coal
Is this really the place that you want your soul?
You begin to think that you hear a heavenly tune
Then realize its fading away as you fall to your doom
The demons take the last of the good things you've got
I kno this isnt the path that I would've sought
As you sit there and deal with all the torture that you've earned
You begin to think of the lesson that you have learned
But now you're there, you learned way too late
You turned the crank and Hell's Pit became your fate
But for now, we're here on earth awaiting the prise
Or will we end up with a torturous demise
We go to concerts, paint our faces black and white
Listen to many artists that talk of the great light
You hear it subliminally in all of their songs
Just listen closely, it shouldnt take you that long
We hear it from artists like ICP, Twiztid, and Blaze
Live life following the word, almost everything else is a haze
We al get together one weekend out of the year
You'll find hundreds of thousands of family from far and near
So if you claim that you're with us, and you live by the book
Think back upon your life, and take a good look
Now tell me when you're dead, gone, and buried six feet under
Where will your soul spend eternity, I wonder?
