Blasphemy

I speak blasphemy so hot it sizzles
so sexy it curls your toes
I leave behind the old name
that Good Ol' time frame,
to follow the tree hanging
brown skinned baby boy

I jumps over fences and range wide
and the farther I go the clearer
the fog seems
There's a hound on my trail
with keens senses and such,
you know the rest, I won't steal too much.

You see there has been a lie on my tongue
but sometimes lies are truth too
what about you?
Are you a lie too?
I'll just follow the brown skinned tree hanging
baby boy.