The hurricane in my dorm is not a chapter of reality
My mental levee was sabotage by hatred tsunami
That and the weather by pain, The dark clouds that spilled rains
Burns like bullets on drive byes, In these gutters we lay like pray
City boys go bang bang, M g's with no basics
Old ghetto codes under void, When you travel as far in the matrix
The future's gone backwards, So i refer back to the ancients
I refer back to the golden era, As a time of peace and patience
Brother from overlow, I dig deep to the guard mode
No sanctuary, The golden calf is now entering into the terror dome
Oh bartala, Oh leg bar, Why do in these wars we study hate
My ancestors didn't die in the civil wars of church and state
There's blood in the collection plate, Hundreads of coin in the river
The passion of struggle becomes our fate, In the state meditate
Elavation of youth, recycle to be true
Stand strong live long return men to the hoods
The guards of life favor my darkness, My words indicate that i'm free, from the heartless of the losin', and the abusin' of self
My indigenious gene keeps my focus on the dream, I'm told history from auto men, and i'm informed by Elohim
Crazy creator was a genacide by darling, a homicide by hoolywood time
Was a racism on Pennsylvania, there's people in denial when the sun down
Drama supreme, and no men who'll stand trial
A straight extinction of culture, and it's definetely not in style
You see explosions of screams, in the fortress of dreams
Submerges too deep into the hatred, like it was Atlantis 2G
Who are we is too deep to fed em, This unvail of phantom to sing out the war anthem
I don't have to be american patriot or black panther, To smell you all cool in this chick style of a weapon'
It ain't crackin to subtractin', Our nation of bulled out of the medicine's joint jackin
Snaggin' a slack weapon, sendin' our culture to the slack wagon, to the dogs like chock wagon
Liberate silence is action
Eliminate violence is action
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Lyrics submitted by gal p.