I own your ***
With ink and pen
And
Insurmountable debt
The ride,
The ride
Is never free
My lies are presented
Presidentialy
Don't you doubt it
You've been fooled
With
Cheated
Sure sure
I voted
I voted
Your numbers counted
And members of
Pac's are entitled
To know what is best
What is best
What
Is
Best?
By God

She was never very giving
Or understanding of me
She took in the sun
And stuck me in shade
If I would have been
Given
Half
the
attention
She'd demanded
I would be

Studded leather
A feather boa
Wrapped in golden thread
And not forgotten
Live like you care
About others
And your actions
Are not for praise
I just don't think
Much of her
These passing days

From Wichita
To KC
McCalister
And big mac OK
In the fields
The backwoods
There's an unmarked
Grave
Where your Grandfather lays
There was blood
And senseless death
He's in an unmarked grave
He'll never  rest
I hope there's water
That runs by his plot
Just in case
His soul is hot
I am part of him
May someday we see
His unmarked grave
May he rest in Peace
Your grandfathers Grave
is in the back twenty
And his resting place we'll never see
Your grandfather's unmarked grave

Drink from the dish
(*** on the wire)
Sins of the flesh
Mistress or magic man
(*** on the wire)
Pleasure from pain
Principle
(*** on the wire)
We are safe to
Explore
(*** on the wire)
Don't close your eyes
The ending will ***
When you cry
(*** on the wire)

So you wanna be black
That's ok
If you can't fit in with
Who you ought to be
So you wanna be a Saint
Well great enough you ain't
Or you'd be a Saint
by now
You got to be woke
When you search
you'll
See
you're no more woke
than me
How you gonna be real
When theres no path to see
From where you stand
You got to believe
You got to believe
In who you'll be
You want to help
The abandoned
What you can't save
You become
Don't become like me
Be different
You got to believe
You got
To believe

String by the  scissors
I'm gonna cut some ****
That real deep stuff
You can't forget
I may bleed
To know I'm alive
At least I tried
Going through old photos
I remember mostly being sad
Weird how that shapes us
Being around those so..neg-ah-tive
You've got to shoot for glory
And not worry
about other people's lies

Whispers are now words
These words are being heard
The shroud is pulled over
America's face
The blueprint couldn't last
And since when has our Nations voice
Spoke treaties of truth
At times its about the water
Or how a violent place saves face
To see it be stripped to the metal
The framing document
Replaced?
Call on your brother
If their good will is not
Malice
This is now when you
Find no one in line to hold your place
No flag flew today
And tomorrow for it,
I will not stand
Farewell to the old beautiful
For mans greed
Disgraced