The minute is hard and it walks an unfit honest mile alone. The truth laid out to wait rest well and die cold. I know the method lips drawn wide to turn and sway. To smile behind the biting tongue. Each of us danced well in lies. The hand the handle and the sword. Lies […]
Ya best come correct! Step correct! 818 on the map psychological mand trap. Step to a fool and I’ll bet he’s got a gat, Paranoia principle has got us strippin’ so, three dot lifestyle has got us running hell of miles, It’s all that we know, it’s all that we do, seen and done. So […]
(blood on my hands. Could also be ‘blood of my hands’) Mi espirto ya esta cansado de cadensa psychologicas de porbesa, Ahorra me quito mis manos de mis ojos ey miro la relidad, Ey porque acceptamos positions sub-servillente sin preguntas! No tenemos que viver asi! De nacimento nos ensenan que creer que los blancos son […]
Eyes Shut Tight - Do We Speak a Dead Language?
Come with the bloody moon and the chaos, Gog and magog triple six reigns over spirits lost. Satanic nations and thrones reign and slay, but solid is super-souls love and righteous pathways, Asking me why I ain’t down with the bloodshed, wicked fool we approve of lies as eternal truth, Worship the mark of the […]
Twelve was the age that set me off with the ‘graff’ style. While zapp bumping, gang banging was hype with the juvinile. Graff grabbed my mind which led to expression and thought. Seventh and Hill I used to bus kill with ‘snap’ and ‘skill’ Fake bus passes with all city access, Insides and outsides going […]
