Spiritual Wickedness In High Places

I have a Most High buddy you all call God 

Angels with tribal marks 

That treat me equal 

Ghosts that wish me well 

Belles with broken hearts singing me an ode 

I have white Jesus 

...and Black Jesus 

Demons I make love to 

Lovers with dark minds 

I have twisted fantasy in real life 

Tatoos on my veins 

...and Drugs in my blood vessels 

My brain is clouded by mischief 

I dine with the Son of the Morning, Mourning 

I'm disgusted with your perception of reality 

Because reality is just our private universe of visual understanding 

Your good is my evil 

...and my Evil your Good 

I'm spiritual 

I'm the Spiritual Wickedness in High Places