Brothers Walking Side by Side Brothers walking side by side Don’t need to televise the revolution Motions speaks from the inside Ain’t gone be no Salvatore Only brothers walk upon this line Truth ain’t coming through the back door Nigg... will be summons to turn in their pass. Brothers only going for the sisters who reside In the name of redemption keep our people alive. Dark alleys a culture without pride, playing the death drums. Poetic nightmares that don’t even give a dam. The pig feet and collar greens , aroma float through the kitchen windows as the guns go off. Sisters that refuse to link living in cloud of instant death, perpetrating a fraud, Screaming we are one. Looking down on her sisters, with slave master eyes, all for self, Who are you? Where is my sisters who walk hand and hand Dreads upon her head, masquerading as a sister in my sacred dreads, Who are you that comes with the locks of my King? claming to be my brother, as I turn my back you shoot me dead. Pimping ministers, thank you Jesus devils who is your King? ******* kill others just because one didn't receive the correct change. Some the fertilize souls Some who sit in the power of authority Ejaculation of hypocrisies Living in a cocoon without the clue to lead. Rolling and Ravings as the night began Hiding behind the tom, toms theories truth must not be told. Nigg—are scared of a revolution, Revolution aint nothing but change Ain’t gone be no master God who hides behind the lynch man ropes. Our almighty lives beyond the skies Brothers walking side to side Relinquish your rights sisters who live Through the mind of the hood The hood don’t recognize the ghetto It recognizes the symbols of change. The seeds of the future covered with rusted subdue. Linked to the slave ship minds that refuse to release. The unfamiliar minds, the chains of the pass, ancestors turn one by one. Death they scream in vein. Genocide the back door of thieves, chains that smothers the mind in disbelief. Under the darkness of the hood, a corporals iron that clad the whip. Revolution that never balance. The scrap dealer the future and tomorrow. Believing in an iron brace, that squeeze the mind even when man is asleep. The cotton that grows upon the doors, colors of hate, black baby, red bone The stool shall be the eye holder of t he want to be slave master. Separations of a people who is too dam stupid to pick up the torch. Hidden behind the Grungy, spiced up weed, white power that smothers the mind. The link to the chains. The battle grounds of the hoods, public administration sings we are the living dead, kill my brother the sounds of the smoking Gun Sinners prayers on the air, Blink, Blink, Blink Bit—shaking there as- for the world to see. Dollar bills hanging from roof to chair. Bit-h on leases we don’t give a dam Capitalistic dysfunctions , is anybody listening? Put them whores on the street Bring my money home to me. Crying slave mentality A culture that don’t link The unity only primary weapon Of contingent is, it is all about me. Hip Hop death by rock Slave masters jingo, jingo, jingo Is anybody listening? Greed, deceptions, slaughter By my brothers right hand. Mycological reimbursement Death by words. There’s no mask needed There’s burning cross planted above my door The cross never burned out the mask is black Reverse syndromes Slave masters syndromes lives next door An ambiguous revolution Hooked on stupidity A complicated retardation Mild case of delusion Misleading appearances Leaders without character Infectious to younger generations Smoking guns who gives a dam About a future? Brother’s walk side by side. Elements of universe that’s on fire Black state of mind, Primary weapon of containment Greed power of contiguous sentiments, Condescending movements, Slander, ostracize, lynching. Brothers walk side by side, Raping me of my dignity Wearing the sentiments of my sacred identity Summoned by my ancestors As they turn over in they grave. Masquerading as a hero without A clue of tomorrow living in a mansion Without recovery of who is and what my mission to be My babies future of tomorrow. Brothers walk side by side. Toxins that filled the streets Sipping on death Oppressor of self Surrounding hate Pollutions has no fate. Brothers walk side by side. Illusion of an empty space, Self-destruction dysfunctional disgrace Flowing through the Universe Who am I? A man without a soul The zombies within, crossing the bars, Confessions of a soul show me the light Message the mind, how do I find the soul Who was created in love, releasing the acts of hate Life death, Death life, flowing through the universe Revitalizing the lost without a soul. The black sparrow lays naked without cover are hope. Rise my sisters and brothers. The truth has been reveal. Cling not to the devils theory, free your self of the inner curse, we wear the mask. Through the diversity of Humanities, the armor of a hero. Indoctrination of a bureaucracy, shall never win. The scars of a warrior, under the banner of justice shall be the back door, to hypocrisy, thy body shall turn cold within the darkness of its war. Thy spirit shall live for those , who shall follow in the blood, of thy prophesies of justice for all. Let not thy words be sensuous slavery , give thee the voice that man shall stand , for the imbibing of Gods words. Shrines, temples, churches, Bestrode upon fruitful knowledge, Which man has defamed my house? With tarnish and no conscious of what he represent.. The sanctuary of my hopes and dreams. I give thee mercy to mankind. I have felt the scars upon my sanctuary, I walk into the space of satan , as his forces surrounds the inner space of nature, I give my life to you thy God, In the humanities of man. I walk in the ferries as satan destruction has no limit. I fear not the blackness of his voice, I crawl within the realms, to save your children my dear lord. The warriors of the lord who fight Satan his grounds. When man see the warriors of your turf, many are truly not aware the bond , that we have with you dear lord, We are the ministers of protection, my brothers of the world , share the same combats as thee; we fair not death, death is life, we give our spirit upon the heavens to you my day lord. Thy cage that have bound me, in the hell of inferior, and thy truth has castrated, my submissions of the turn of a world order, which has castrated the words of thy God. I shall not be silence. I shall return again. Through the evolution of thy father, the spoken words of tomorrow, the sins of the sons and the son’s, shall be cursed who tamper with thy God’s order. Brothers walk side by side. Thy body shall feel no pain as they slay me, in the name of thy God. I shall feel no pain as my brother, walked through the flames of hell without pain. As they slay my brother Jesus , only the caucus of the frame shall die, but the spirit shall return I shall return. I am my brothers keeper I shall not die, until God give the word; Under decay of a world order, and the darkness that realms of human death. Brothers walk side by side. Is anybody listening? Nigg... talk about f** ... f**..that ... f**…. this ... f**….children.. *** my sis. Not knowing what they f*** for. Ain't f**…. for love and appreciation. Just f**-to be f**..Nigg… f*** white thighs, brown thighs, yellow thighs. Nigg****** f*** sisters, brothers, mothers, and I be dam, anything that pleasures there low life self esteem, nigg… will f**….. When it comes to revolution, nigg--- just f**…up. Nigg.. play on one another, no respect for their lovers, no respect for their mother’s, no love for their babies, who is the nigg…? Who cries a revolution, when he is just f**…up.