These broken walls contain chess pieces of life...
Play the game by day yet im being played at night....
Is this really how i feel? sacrifices and queens....
Were just pawns in life with no real means....
Decepted by open windows where we can see others playin...
Man fuck this life, i don't care i hope you know what im sayin....

I'm a pawn in this chess game, starin through the window to God
the black piece without a name, I see the storm's about to come
through that window he controls me, but where I am his hand can't reach
if I choose to follow blindly, his hand latches onto me like a leach
on this side I see the sky, but in there it's only black
stay away from his realm I'll try, because once you're in there's no coming back
so here I'll stay on my white square, in danger of the knight
because I won't go in there, even through the troubles of the night

mirrored image,of pawns caught in a white vs. black scrimage,forgotten stories unfold bout yesterdays pilgrimage,slavery in da past day n age,become historical pages,dreams destroyed by ignorance dat da plantations had givin,god's confussed n beated children so the past was kept by people like sages deeply writin,tellin us da truth in wut we readin,surrounded still til dis day wit white vs. black hatin,yet our gov't proclaims there's no discrimination,yet when have we seen a black or hispanic a leader of our nation,n im tlkn bout a president but in our streets our thoughts become logic,when u see presentations 2 back up our beliefs when u see people gettin beat by police who supposed 2 serve as our protection from evil forget they duties n beat our people in da projects,n we supposed 2 b happy da white man taxin our profits,but we forget our own battles of brothas killin brothas jus 2 get sum respect,neglect 2 admit our evil is prescibed by da devil like pharmacy pricribtions,dis game of chess represents da life we livin,where less schools r made n teachers r hired 2 teach our children there lessons,but build bigger more penitentaries n prisons,open ya eyes n pay attention see da lies,set b4 u on da board n once again were used like pawns,in lifes dyin dawn,of answers so close but so small like ants in out lawn/
let me describe da pieces,da castle's da white house da horse represents da police,n da pawns represent us as people in plastic game pieces,n da hand is dat that rocks da cradle,controlin our lives from cradle 2 da grave dis jus my theory in a proclaimed thesis,life's perfect fraud,of 1 race tryin 2 play like they god like they were born 2 hate like dey was satans baby fetus/


dunno if ya'll will like dis but w/e i do it jus 2 do it cuz i like doin it i dont need dick ridaz or respect u hate u hate it u like it u like it makes no difference 2 me n more peace out holla back 1 luv n fuck da hataz

god is always there to give us a hand when we fear
he opens all doors,make our enemies wish they were therre
the devil brings darckness,hatred btw men 4 their races
thank god for the light..so we overshadow them racists (huh??)
life is a stage,but i also c it as a tedious game..
its either u seek for help or u throw it in2 d flame


*thats how it came out yo..damn*

Yo To Me This Picture Tells Tha Truth About What's Kracin In Tha World An In My Life Rite Now




Man I Look Out Tha Window
An See Dat Life Is A Threat,
All These Blaque An White Brics
Reminds Me Of Tha Projects,
As I Look Up Above
I Can Tell Tha Sky Is Clear,
But If I Look Up At Tha Sky Again
I Can Tell Tha End Is Near,
I Feel People Lendin Out There Hand Tryin To Help
But I'm Blaque I Gotta Stand Gaurd
An Play Tha Cards Dat Way They Were Dealt,
Even Though The World Braken Down Around This Place
I'm A Knight Standin Gaurd Ready To Leave Tha Earths Face

as I gaze upon the sky,I catch a glimpse of gods hand in my eye,
reflections precieved as illusions of the ground falls n receads,
side by side I remember faces but translation lost n misplaced,
the signs of the past give previews of the unknown future,
eventually overcome by nature”I guarantee”…..this is for sure

short n sweet....

The Pawn
 

Why we gotta sit and watch our lives through a window,
We get played every way, the sky grays, I can’t defend though,
Man, its time to stand up, and make my move in this battle,
I’d been sittin’ for too long, pushed through like I was cattle,
How can I stand up, when broken pillars surround me,
And the rain is comin’ soon, and I know it’ll drown me,
I need ta proceed along my way, I’m just a pawn, I’ll prolly stay,
So many decisions here to weigh, but I ain’t holdin’ no scale,
And when hard rain changes to hail, my life may quickly fail,
Just a little detail, in the game that has been planned,
In the mean time, I’ll sit and fix my eyes on His Hand

I’m more than that, I know,
Cause the Hand feels that it’s cold,
And He knows that I’ll implode,
If I sit when rain unloads,
It might take all that I hold,
If not now, when to be bold?
See lightening, thunder rolled,
The Hand moves, fingers pull,
To this pawn? I ain’t fo sho,
Dis move could bust my skull,
But I’ll trust that I’ll be calm,
Safest place, under His Palm

Life is a chess game
15 minutes of fame then they forget your name.
Different representations its all the same.
Death equals checkmate your ultimate fate
Your done your lifes over, you wait to enter heavens gate

Man, i didnt know where to go with it.

aaa pimp this is my home and i'm about to take over pimpaaaaa........