Youth, Gangs ,Crypts, Bloods, Sons, Lords, Jesus
During the duration of this world order,
Symbolizations of a confusion of a false Jesus.
The cries of our children, the crypts a formation where
Jesus laid, the blood that he shed,
the pain that flows through our children vain.
Manifestations of lost souls,
who inflict pain for the rituals, starving for the
Connection of an ancestor ,
who gave his life that man would be free.
Within theses walls a thirsting to belong,
a family which dose not exist. loyalty among thieves,
The false teachings and leaders that don’t exist.
Listen to the screams of the 4th generations,
which has been cursed.
The crypts the pain beaten into a circle,
strength that he must show,
Pain must be inflicted to receive its crown.
Religion against Religion,
Gang against gang, territory against territory,
brother against brother.
Satins revenge who is your God?
Criminals on patrol, forsaken a image,
which knows nothing of which it followers,
The link between heaven an hell.
The blood that drips from my brothers mouth,
the blood that flood from Jesus as he laid,
The thieves that stood before the cross,
the murder of a savior
Who only brought love, the death,
of thy brother by ones own hand,
The gangsters that wait upon my death.
There is no Father I can call,
there is no image to teach me self control,
The Father and the Son and the spirit.
Brothers willing to die for the color of its rag.
Brothers who link the battle within the Universe.
Brothers who call each other Son.
Son of the Father, listen to the screams of the Youth
A thirst for there Fathers blood.
Mycological lynching each and every day.
Long to hear the words from thy Almighty son.
Let me tell you the secrets of being a great man.
Oh how I cry upon the night,
turning my pillows on the other side.
The termination of God, which is used ,
within our youths crowd,
Curse by the sperm that created a darkness,
that there Son’s may cry.
Sisters and Brothers joined within the furor of hell.
Devil worshipers God said the curse,
shall fall upon the children,
Let me break it down nice and slow,
blind that refuse to see,
When the light is a clear,
Genocide within the rotten roots of a fool.
The thieves that stood before the cross,
the betrayal the foundation of parents,
who just don’t give a dam,
fathers who abandon there seeds.
Mama baby daddy maybe who really giveS fu--.
Crying that slave masters did it to me,
Get of the titter and free your self.
White powder that clouds the mind,
kill my brother sell him dope.
A universe of Zombies the walking dead.
Children raising children, Children raising parents.
Close minds saviors that live in the dark.
Nature contains the history,
of the evolution of matter,
life, and man. It is the arena of past,
present, and future.
It contains every quest that man can pursue.
A thirsting entry that leads into from where it extended
Extensive new root planting of locally indigenous circle.
The tree the root defines a series ,
of versatile crying to be release,
the blood that continues to leak,
until the fountains run dry,
knowledge and wisdom activities and events.
The historical significance,
summoned by the ancestors,
reconsidered as the blood of thy brother,
shall continue to repeat until the mission,
of thy father answers to the curse,
trampling on Gods creations shall not be erased,
both culturally and physically relevant,
to the link to the heavens and earth.
Death within the womb, crack infested, dope up,
fuc--, slapped and posioned within the womb.
the curse of the blood, the symbols of hate.
The man the beast who hated God,
so it repeats, the devils children,
who curse the blood before it links.
The blood, crypts, son's, Jesus. |
