- Mar 19, 2001
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the weight on my shoulders
are like boulders broken off the
faces of Mount Rushmore
mere tokens of hastened harmonies
trapped in the bowels of whip
hushed slaves on virginian shores and
frozen tribal dance steps on
oceanic floors
the thoughts of prison doors
and pimp and whores and *******
settling scores for plots of stolen
land / has me hiding in closets
from my own melanin / cause I can't
associate myself with those *******
I figure they must be confused
placated by biosocial terroristic values
cause if you don't have dead prezs in
your pockets in this game
you lose / now I stand battered and bruised
from beating myself with pity on why my
financial life is so shyty trying to avoid
the corrugated box in the park of the city
but i deny the temptation to be the
governments mercenary for profit /
the soul corruption puppet for green lint
in my pocket / lead around by media injected
messages when my mind is infected
give hand jobs to Uncle scam when his
John is erected / I ain't that brother / but
many pacified palms tell psalms of how
"Good massuhs stuff feels" let's
keep it real keep it real
Be panther led in the soul / control your gunplay
like the day Huey and Bobby told the law ***** you
and your role / protect your people instruct your people
erect your people don't destruct your people
don't let Miss libertease stick her ***** in your mouth/
close your eyes and smell the stench of strange fruit
hanging in the south / remember who you are
remember who you are remember who you are
I have so much weight on my shoulders / I
want to start a fire and just watch **** burn
baby burn.
(c)2002 blakverb
are like boulders broken off the
faces of Mount Rushmore
mere tokens of hastened harmonies
trapped in the bowels of whip
hushed slaves on virginian shores and
frozen tribal dance steps on
oceanic floors
the thoughts of prison doors
and pimp and whores and *******
settling scores for plots of stolen
land / has me hiding in closets
from my own melanin / cause I can't
associate myself with those *******
I figure they must be confused
placated by biosocial terroristic values
cause if you don't have dead prezs in
your pockets in this game
you lose / now I stand battered and bruised
from beating myself with pity on why my
financial life is so shyty trying to avoid
the corrugated box in the park of the city
but i deny the temptation to be the
governments mercenary for profit /
the soul corruption puppet for green lint
in my pocket / lead around by media injected
messages when my mind is infected
give hand jobs to Uncle scam when his
John is erected / I ain't that brother / but
many pacified palms tell psalms of how
"Good massuhs stuff feels" let's
keep it real keep it real
Be panther led in the soul / control your gunplay
like the day Huey and Bobby told the law ***** you
and your role / protect your people instruct your people
erect your people don't destruct your people
don't let Miss libertease stick her ***** in your mouth/
close your eyes and smell the stench of strange fruit
hanging in the south / remember who you are
remember who you are remember who you are
I have so much weight on my shoulders / I
want to start a fire and just watch **** burn
baby burn.
(c)2002 blakverb