burnin bushes in the moonlight
smokin' takin flight
reflections of his truth in my eyesight
learn the pigeon hype
and how souls hit pipes
cloggin' up thier wind pipes
crippling whore nights
tossin hats denying birth rites
cuz we busy bout sumthin'!
tryin ta get for nuttin
WE leavin the best in the oven
got hold truth iz lie
now r necks r hung up
can see the force in numbers
but i swear we nut-up
rather aim at pop these shots
clik ,clik, clik,!!!empty chamba on these doctrines
but shit ,shit,shit!!!
i see those pay tithes with no deposit
we seem to love yokes
so we can take things granted
for no water for the seed,
oh! Ma Lord
the children of your humaness bleeds
how many must be sacrifice to public education?
mesmeration of dead heroes who left no
destination
shakespearing that fool who wrote for King James
yes I'm naming names!!
that I'm the Other Gospel!!
the Original Man of all Arts
with Southin' Spirit
a Waterbearer with African darts!!