All my feeling had been shoved in the ground ,
all though then i could not taste a hint of love to be found.
Birds and bees , figs and berries ,
Shepherds and lambs ,
Eating what is fed to them from palms of westerners hands..
Some will be articulate in representing their fam ,
Others get disrespected tryna survive amongst man..

If life was like the sea i would be floating with ease ,
when your figure heads a puppet mason highest degree..
I wish to hold the Sun so i can no longer see -
this evil that protrudes and eats the soul out of me...
Funny how we judge or kin as if our flaws were never there.
America will step on you as if you weren't there.
This way of shiest is in our blood as if we never cared ,
Hyenas deep they jump the lions life was never fair..

Feds progress and death will meet in the middle
like how the bow touches the string when you be playin the fiddle.
Or maybe how your faces touch when you be locking your lips.
I hope Mj  up in heaven screaming rockin his hips.
I hope Martin luther is speakin bout dreams that he lived ,
Ideas of peace cannot sustain the the change from pain that we give..