Representation of a Revolution is now enforced. Economic, dilemma, capitalistic, dysfunctions, racial hatred. Don’t need no praise from the Universe, don’t need no pat on the back. My skin is white, black who gives a ***--, there will be no more segregation, White powder is not racist, green is the Benjamin’s I enforce. My monuments taste of blood; there is no heritage that I employ, Fake as revolution I can’t cry no dam more. The lime light drug dealers upon the night Junkies that lye upon the dark; waiting for the Right plight, daughters of the night; dresses upon Their thigh’s, rotten fish, that can kill, Lustful demons that ride the innocence of death; babies addicted to crack. Loud music blasting, criminals on patrol Under, Satan, Authority, children of the night. Whores without class, underground mafia who kills any hopes of change, ignorance intimidated by knowledge, take the Smart gangsters out living in a formulary of shame Black Hole In An Establishment Call Brooklyn Living in the Projects Condominiums, robot patrolling my establishments. The Universe had its chance, now watch me work. A cult that fears no man, black masses of cowardly reform, Still pouring dirty water out the masters door. Dark corners masquerading poverty pimps, Middle mans disgrace, Stupid bitc—follow in there way. Who is the army that you represent? A mongrelized theory of who a real man is. Reverse psychologies give me a brother who would love and protect. When he comes in love, you think he is not worthy playing games when your right hand hits you in the face. Don’t cry bitc—you played the game now you must pay. Down playing the jewel of a real women love. Down playing the image of a real man. Give me my identity back. I wear your scars on my back. Running through the hood like a dog in heat. When brothers call you a bit—society the blame, for lack of your own respect. Sisters doing sisters, Brothers doing brothers, living in the eyes of a genocide, Castrating a jewel which is written in the Mecca bee devil your time is up. Playing the role of a man in a women anatomy, a boy who shakes better than me. Indoctrination of a freak show, if the norms say its ok, anything goes. Wake up and smell the coffee for its to late, down with the hood rats who bare my face. Dark corners we shall over come, bleeding hearts, cries of love, scars on my back, blood in my hands the tides of human castrations, the conformity of a slave, A tortured mind we wear the mask, No justice no peace. The world wears a illusions of greater than thee, high tone mask, word of profanity, death on death, chambers of the hood swinging from the ropes of the hood rat Klan boy your destructions has been the cry of the land. Wake up the game is no longer herd. Don’t confuse the man with the boy, who wears the mask Masquerading as a man in a boy anatomy. I don’t give a fu—about your revolution, sister to sister who hides behind the blood, who will sit by me on the bus, with the slave masters eyes. A dream that died to keep his roots alive, sweet words, pride, bull sh—bring down the inflicted indoctrinations of a tainted revolution, that’s to lazy to survive. Greed, jealousy, division, of a people who has no pride. Lets get down an dirty, read between the lines, hate me be me, a hero is nothing but a sandwich when the meat is rotten in a lama land. Fake as- revolutionist who doesn’t give a dam. Brothers who put there lives on the line. Face less revolution who never gave a dam. Sitting on a power ship as the roots are being burn. Freeing self from the prisons, the behavior of life , justice shall prevail, even though there is no bell are light. Faith bares its on hell The ultimate measures of a man, Is his thoughts that will one day be his hell. Fear not the truth upon the universe, fear not the truth among circles, fear not the truth, within the Pitts of mans own hell. Fear not the words of Gods world. Fear man who will send you to hell. The revolution is dead brothers and sisters who open doors. Spineless back an profile, as there children cry. Give me love are give me death. Has no fate, subservient to the devils delight.. Morals responsibilities, just laws, implementing the demands of justice, justice correcting what stands, against human descent in human life. Nevertheless, man covers the coloration of man. Nevertheless, man hides behind Gods Love. Nevertheless, the eyes reflects the symbol of hate. Nevertheless, the devil has no loyalty to self. Nevertheless, he empowers him self to be God. Wearing the three sixes above his head. Nevertheless, he stills from the poor and give to the rich. Nevertheless, he cries its the victim fault. Nevertheless, he tries to pimp the almighty God. Nevertheless, he swift all he can, and take them with him to hell. Eastern Wisdom upon my feet Revolution suicide I wear Drug addicted society floating in air Hero nothing but an illusion of mans own mind. Living in darkness in a card board box 8/11 on little spot, darkness in the homicide state Living in darkness in the belly of the beast Free your self from this disgrace. Inherited family of humanity who need man to predict my fate Surrendering my life to revolution and illusions Denial that surface the inner darkness of my fate. How the hell you going to tell me reform, when you can’t say hello to your sister next door, mama baby daddy maybe, father running like a scared chicken, failure to pay his child support. I got a plan recognize tired of a revolution that don’t exists, My solution may not fit, so jump back into the womb and play dead. A coward dies a thousand times but a brave man dies once. There’s no respect for authorities the thieves that pay my rent, Undercover, collaborator that wears the same color as me. I am moving up the corporate ladder, thieves that have no conscious, Diamonds that says I wear the order of this land. I ride in my big limousine, I wear the blink, blink , upon my chest. I fight for unity of self. There is no apology for the trick analogy. That man refuse to play its role, I am not afraid to dye the price of freedom is death. I am the holder of the wipe I sing no anthem song. You had the chance, So don’t cry of the image you clone. War grounds the devils army that sets before the night. Drug enforcers, gang banging, territories that one Must not cross, hip hop assignation, mothers who Wear black, body bags, sons, death to the young, who walk upon the night. Boys who wear men forms, and the children Without insight, living by the code of the dead man Legacies one time on the cross; Birth From Divinity Bitter Iron Bonded in Battle Breaking The Chain Canvas Of The Heart. Ant’s know Ghetto hymns in the skies. Flying bullets, children targeted, shoot outs In the branches call education; Motherless and fatherless children, Living in a 8/11 cage called, suicide in A house called jungle. There shall be no victory for those who sleep. The Assassins like a thief in the night. The bounty has been paid in Gold. A man without wisdom will only repeat the same mistakes. As the loving, spirit is tossed aside. Ain’t no Ghettos in the heaven Flip the script cause the almighty is listening. Black JUJU dust that floats within The mind tight cads bound by the chains To the minds. The bitter sweet, the taste of sweet. The tarnish of natural, and forbidden trails that linger within. The taste lingers for salt, That sets off the flavors of thy ways. Gentle be thou way, Once the salt has deleted, The sweetness of its taste. There shall be no return, the sweetness shall be no more. Worldwide watch the Ghetto Brother man the assassins breeds from the devil. Like it hate it Ain’t going to be a revolution Until you confess it. The Holocaust lives within the dungeon Ain’t going be no survivors as long as man hides behind the cord of ethics I shall not see; allowing the assassins to kill our roots. Denial wider than the open Nile. Everything in life there’s a price have to be paid Ain’t no real revolution Until the fake *** Turn in there papers. There's a price and a fee In the land of the brave Ain’t never going to be freedom Until the enemy of self Be eliminated. Words of a assassin. Don’t lean on the Messiah Crying in deliverance When you are already dead. Black hole in the ghetto call Brooklyn.