catastrophic times intertwined with normal minds
combined with a world born in sin, equals
thugs, hoodlums, gangsters, and lawyers;
fighting for crumbs, killing for broken pride
all because they wouldn't feel the vibe of the true scribe
written in hieroglyphics, illustrations explicitly depicting
our genocide from the land of the mother to living
chained and shackled to one another
catastrophic times producing apocalyptic lines
to describe the will of the ill inside a field of dreams
tortured by tormented souls damned to the eternal flames
banded from Zion
cause I'm a black Lion
studying the stars walking through sunsetting horizons
following the signs left behind for the pious to find