My third eye took wings and ascends above where whites lie
Over states, towns and New York concrete streets within brimstones high rise
Giving Masonic hand shake clamming former Native American land Estates on the Upper East Side
Across a valley of dry bones where Blacks and Latinos reside
Spiritually and mentally demised
Inside of ghettos living hood lives
Under cover merchants of death dispatched under the disguise
Of the law
Beating, shooting harassing us for Lucifer
You know who you are
These guns and drugs are for
This black on black genocidal war
We must be stupid or
Just live to destroy
Our own people I watch the po po being funded by drug dealers like it’s legal
In project halls by cold hearts and minds transformed to commit the lowest from of evil
He or she is slave to lethal pipes or needles
Living beneath the
Lowest form of poverty
We’ve turned, to drugs, bitches, niggas, and sodomy
Lord knows there’s got to be
A better life for you but I see a bad moon arising upon the horizon
There aint no sunshine
A gun blast, after street talk, then comes the white chalk and police line
Another black life lost within a moment of time
This life is not easy see we be secretly observed on satellite TV
By the Illuminati
Satan’s Secret Service and the FBI be
Watching us from hidden cameras on city streets and within lobbies
Several babies are new born but their parents hope at the new birth just died
Satan grins within a high rise
For he abides within white bodies with federal eyes
Because justice would be served if their chest were possessed with the true spirit of God
This nation is Satan’s standing on squares with masons
They buried my people in shallow graves after 400 years of slaving
But I’m going to raise them or I’ll die for my nation
That’s on a dead level and compels them to fight for reparations
Dominicans, Hondurans, Puerto Ricans, Jamaicans or Haitians
All lack absolute equality and true liberation
Insanity is what they gave them
But I’m a brave one the descendant of a slave’s son
Until Christ return’s I’ll take the carpenter’s role
Satan keep plaguing me with temptation of European savagery
Yet I remain faithful like Job
My people don’t just sit around and talk because you are now at the cross roads
Change the path that you chose if you want to save your soul
Some die daily thus it’s time to repent and represent a new heart and new mind
Because your life could disappear within a moment of time
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