In this abundance of hidden secrets
The pain continues to rise, upon the mask that gives no
Pleasure, the sure thing in this life is death,
And another is the loyalty to one God, above the skies,
Anything that lives beneath, without loyalty to God,
Is long suffering, there is no back door to the house
Of righteousness, nevertheless man makes and breaks
His codes of blackness, we wear the mask that smile and lies,
It closes our eyes and leaves us into the fog of dragoness,
This debt we pay to human ego, many who lives
Within the sub bionic tortures of self,
With sores of bleeding images that
Replenish the masters of mask,
We smile, and mouths of subtleties that
Dribbles from the tongue of mad dogs,
Why would this omissible place call earth,
Enduring the plea's and degradations,
To beg and plea to a man who has not loyalist
Not even to self, through the chambers of 400 years,
Yet we continue to plea for the strength of others
Than self, if one crawl as a worm, so he be stepped on as such,
Oh but yet we smile, but, O great Christ the image
Of thee, the DNA is not worthy of your secrete image,
The betrayal of roots that cry out lies,
The tortured souls that lies upon the
Cemented roads, but yet we cry only for self,
We sing the black folks Athens song
But allow de' children of roots long
Suffering without chose, to wear the
Hidden mask, self murder no respect
For the blood line that carries the
Documentarily of self-pride
Beneath de' blooded hands
That forsakes the legacy land;
De psalms have no respect for the
Legend his homeland are stroll.
To thee from tortured souls arise.
