I travel in battles to earn my piece the peace is only for the deceased all the living have are cease fires espionage, assasination plots, carried out on cheap tires theres idle hands for hire in a world where flash fires spark off spies who cross wires and groups conspire to villanize those caught in the cross fire explanations.. there never questionned as long as their given so they women can explain to they children why planes is crashin into buildings why mens who claim martyrdom are killin fathers who aint wit em all this holy war, when all war is unholy leave it to the tempted to not be able to control the addictiveness of their vindictiveness that visciousness that feeds the supremicist in us all hammers built these walls, and these empires rise and defeat attack of the carpenters who run these streets and people follow in crowds behind our clowds but run like the moon when see the suns heat what will become of these indelible fantasies eventually we'll all find our niche but we're impatient and by the time we do we're buried beneath our lies naked mothers watch fathers grow out of their seeds who stain the pavement with their blood and spread the disease we're just tryin to be winners us beginners in this world of sinners hiding red eyes at family dinners i got a fetish to soak ya after i soak your girls chocha my belt has served as a holster carrying blades down the side of my leg no ma, i aint happy to see ya i'm here cause ur brother aint left us no choice those who talk loud leave with no voice.. you get me? you know your sweet ma, that's why i used to freak ya you still tryin to be a teacha.. ma i dont need to confess to no preachas get out the way, mami move back would it help if i beat ya, you know i aint tryin to have to do that tell god that i just reflect, the environment that feeds the torn city children who need more then a god thats always MIA im lost in the storm still tryin to find my way today