They say that the first cut is the deepest
The other shots that follow are the cheapest
How will you know where to go when those who know keep secrets
I do not fear demons that go about randomly
I am frightened of the demons that hide in innocence and act as friend of me.

The poetry is in expression
How a smile can be a frown perfectly stretched and kindly curved
How those lies in eyes hide and appear as love in disguise
How ecstasy can be easily confused as joy, pure gaiety
Yes when frivolty is accounted for as a meal served free
How the enemy
can be so near - within thee
Not knowing what the mirror keeps showing for the illusion keeps flowing
Blinding a mind held confined in streets of the system
Dancing to the beat, the rhythm
Which is a euphon to the masters, an orchestra to the masses
It is a show and performers do not know that they are masked in fake skin tone
A world not their own, mind dictated by the men who boats and gold stole.

Where do I go with this *** of gold?
This *** of gold a soul of my own
What do I see when the vision seems blurry?
I am sedated by the infective syrups of delusion and secrecy
Held between scriptures hereditary
Morality and reality both in a fray necessary
The gospel I search for is one of truth
The wisdom I seek is of a world brand new
I am fighting for the mind the vicissitudes of life took
And I throw blows and pass death - I am off the hook.