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The Prophet

I awoke to a blood red dawn

was greeted as the unfortunate spawn

of a dead man gone

and turned my face to a world so wrong

devoid of beauty, hope and song

 

Knew I was mans last hope as I looked around

found holy ground

started a beat and broke out a brand new sound

music sprang from the earth and the water flowed

and the trees grew leaves with my melodies

 

"A new age has come!" I screamed out loud

and groups of the hungry formed a crowd

and filled their stomachs with my word

and music on earth again was Heard!

 

The rich came, then and I told them to wait

told them to seek reprieve for their hate

I'm a branding of time, can't speak without rhyme

Blinding with holy shine, drinkin' Jesus's wine.

It's time for a redistribution to come

So pass your Bentley down to a ***

This ***** burstin' out, you cant stop it son

The dates pushed back to the start, year one.

 

Now the music is back as I sweep the earth

I put down a note for every child at birth

They realize how much the sense of hearing is worth

I'm proud to be the one that could show em around

Music comes from all these vibrations

Another one of gods beautiful creations

I ripped the dirt away from their eyes

And showed everyone a new truth without lies

I'm here to give you an hand, an ear, and an eye or two

In hope you learn something from these words I throw at you

And with the swing of this pick

I pull out a monstrous riff

The world gazes at me in awe

The hairs on the back of their neck stand stiff

No one realized what they were hearing

Still, they kept on cheering

 

But some don't believe it

They think I'm here to ruin the world and deceive it

I'm only doing what I must

I've cleaned the earth of it's dust

And still some look at me in disgust

I can't let this place go to waste

It's to beautiful.. No

I won't let this be done

What the **** would I do without my cinnabuns?!

I looked up above the sky

Peeked my head into the clouds

Then he said "what the ****

Gave me some weapon

Then I went back to earth

Said "look here, it's the big G that I'm reppin"

Opened up my mouth and spit out my microphone covered in flames

I burned all the haters that were cursing my name

And by then I knew my job was finally over and done

This is the fight that the underground won

One more thing that I yelled out loud

We're re-writing the books

Now that we're unlatched from our hooks

Put this down in history

And don't let this be a mystery

It's time for us to rise to the top

And throw away that ***** *** pop

Let this be known to you all

We're taking over the mainstream!

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alexander-montgomery-dawson
26 / M / American
Published
Jan 25, 2011
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