Tip toein accross the lost land that was settled by man
clutching the hour glass, counting the sands
my mind is twisted when i think of how th world can exist
in a time shifted dimention where the grimiest get gifted
kill, by the lonely i build,
because the sun doesnt chill is what i learned summers knowledging lessons with real
gods and earths, in stead of frauds and purps
using terror to scare us to a godless chuch
but im off that
took my, skinny as on a walk to cop me a box of menthol jack in a hard packs
get off the block
cus shit is crazy lately, actually daily
between thug wannabe teens who mad shady
APD tryn play me
and these half nakey, crack ladies, claiming they wanna have my babies
i think im cool on the west end
youve always been my bestfriend
but broke in this depression
fills me up with aggression
and true what others do will still influence your perception
in lue onf the refusing or rejecting,
be sure to use descretion
and choose the weapons that suit your blessings
revolution 101 is now in session
better stay protected.


So, you know a nigga had to make a stop and cop me some green
my jeans tattered im deemed scatted nigga follow the scence
it breeds addicts, greed savages who swallow they dreams
i mean, things fall apart and even those things are not what they seem
i scheme dollars offa scholars and fiends
mommas, fathers and teens, harlots and queens,
commonly bonded by the college degree
that we in search of, no problem for me but the rent moneysem to constantly be
i prolly should see about a way up, cuz aint know way out
welcome to hell free admission cant afford the payout
im tryna get freedom striking deals with demons is the slave route
you know me well, imma defeat the evils, then break out
i shoulda listened as a baby, something they used to say bout
hide the fruits of your labor, women get crazy when u let the snake out
and play in her garden afraid of burning bushes keep that flame retardant
im slick, game is heartless
but everytimei grip a pen im envisionning burning crosses
so i spit with the consciosness of, el hajj in harlem
not claimin that Culture God is a martyr
but I'll prolly be brought up on charges or shot for tryna drop the truth in thes bars



A nigga dreams of building a life of peace for the fam
see reparations for my people with our freedom in hand
on a senegalese beach, with my feet in the sand
or citizenship in ghana where im free to be what i am
(an african)
in stead of a dammn nigga stuck in the sands of time
bucking the damn confines of
white supremacy, they signal like pantomime
and damn right im peepin the sign
to anwer eddie glaude im stampin it past nation time
breaker breaker 1-9
clear the line, when knowledge born
knowledge, keepin people informed
about the deeper form
of the dirty evils that swarm
like,a plague or distaster
with one aim to enlsave the masses
you got the wrong one
i ain no average nigga babblin
black quasi radical talkin out of his ass fuck that
I ve done the mathematics, I see the madness
so get at me if you ready for action
i tell the niggas getcha gunz, mutha fuck law passages
saying that the shits a hazard, cuz them crackers is packing
they got they babies at the gun show and range if you ask em
the reason why they reply is because the niggas are coming
now what the fuck is that
MADNESS