The End Hazy shades of insanity premises of reality Folded into mortal carbon. As I shield from the demon’s What do they look like, myself. I can not protect me from me, Only my spirit that cries out to thee. As the world slowly decay. And the blood leads a trail each end you meet History repeats. No Justice no Peace. The screams of the motherless, children without a family tree, Prisons, concentration camps Fatherless, mothers less children weeps. In the name of the human resource. Murder by thy father and mother right hands. Communist Society as you sleep. Death in the name of revolution, Man sleeps. A coward dies a thousand times. But a brave man dies once. Criminals on control. COP Under Satins Authority USA USA Under Satins Associations I give to thee. As the warriors take arms, for there beliefs, who is wrong? The storms clutter, the skies, fires that cry out loud. Children the hostage of there family tree. Warriors without arms, Dictators screaming Slavery has claimed its victims once again. Children now the victims of the slave masters reign. slip silently by into the land of the free, in this prison. No Justice no Peace. Children take arms raising self, darkness that leads. There future without leaders to defeat there liberties For the family no longer exists. As the fire continues to burn. As the World loose all values of Gods spoken words. The End. I repeat. A man without a conscious has no soul, A man who lives for self, zombies of the living dead, a man who turns his head, upon his brother who is enslaved without cause, The End Destiny is doomed.. God is angry sit quiet as he speaks. The world cries no Justice no Peace. As the people sit in fear waiting for the next leap. exult to satins get back revenge. No Justice no Peace. Children dying Ancestors standing on the battle ground humble. No words which they speak. Satin your kingdom will come down. This will now be erase. Motherless Fatherless children, spineless men who take no actions for there family as well as there names. Don't sleep to hard you may be erased. Who are those who glorify the destruction of those they hate. As the world watches in dismay. What goes around comes around. '' Don't Sleep''. A Man walk with honor in the name Allah our God as well. Image of the Nubian King. The End is near. And those who condom those who are killed in the streets. Out a sight Out of mind. Be careful this might be you. No conscious of those which they defeat. Satin your curse will no longer exist. The end is near. Bio War fear as you sleep. Getting high. No loyalty to God . Listen as he speaks. man sings that same old story when will we be free. Warriors of the field. What role do we play. No justice no peace Slavery that will no longer be. Who is just ? You might ask. A warrior who gives honor to God. No image of another man who he glorifies. Giving up life for a dream. There is a higher place above this land. Disgracing the name of the Creator, And do you really think they will be change. Now who is there God. Gods revenge I am a jealous God which he displays. As the devil plea love and harmony. Lynching me through my emotions every day I breathe. Don't sleep you may be erased. Fires burning people running. Children dying all colors and shades. This is our sin. And the blind who continues to live, between the legs of there Queens. Never protecting there honor. So who is the real man? Babylon as we speak. I rise before it is to late. Passing it own to our new creations. Do you understand what I preach. Are the blinders to tight for you to see. It want be water but fire next time. Extermination of a legacy given by God. Black man the jewel and the first of Gods joy. He came in a form of a man, And a dove sealed with salvation. A faint reply to there frame, Where are you in the continuum of infinity. Close enough for our destined affinity, sporadic deep An true, where can one find surceases where is peace. Claustrophobic where am I, who is your family tree ? System of my own demise, locked forever in my own mind. Can produce nothing but the sweet smell of defeat. In this prison when will you lead. Copywriter 2002 All rights reserved.