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How can people want rights

How can people want rights but they aren't right
While working in the daylight with souls bright as night
The creator shall judge the judges, 
The evil shall deserves evil as much as
Good people will get what is equal to their actions
And immoral skin passions have fatal lessons 
God has a scale where He weighs & sits 
Because everything has equal opposite
We selfish to others but hold our nose when they sell theirs
And not giving pardons while expecting God’s cares
And blessings while leaving others with our bee stings
Go ahead with the devil’s favorite things
Praying to join the heavenly choir 
But with an evil song you desire 
So retire before you join the hell fire

To be right you have to do no wrong 
To be righteous you have to be morally strong
You need more than calcium to be the back bone of society
While society breaks you, to makes you. Surprisingly,
The abled are ignorant and unstable 
Unable to add-up in the moral table
Telling fables of multiplication while being divided
Trying to add reasoning in facts provided
Their individualism is subtracting from the fold
Being percentages of a percentage, losing the strong hold
False foundation told about a “Doomed Youth”
While the witty wise horde the fake truth
As the truly righteous shake their head and sings
“Go ahead with the devil’s favorite things
Praying to join the heavenly choir 
But with an evil song you desire 
So retire before you join the hell fire”


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BLACK STREGNTH

In believing there is seeing And a hope of understanding That black stregnth is power Of our black brother and sister put together As they carry forever As one kind of race Putting many minds in place Comanding, demanding With the most high respect And pride intect. Demonstrated: By high knee and clenched fist in the air Motivated: By a loud cheer, "ASIBASABI!" We dont fear them! Taking obstecles as they come Crying, "WE SHALL OVER COME!" 'Cause the district where they are from Is where poverty reign Being the kingdom and domain Where they'll remain And that is why I'm saying BLACK STREGNTH!


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LONG LIVE THE BRAVE

To the forgotten soul that have ever lived For their families they have lost, a new nation conceived For their ashes scattered, one blood they bleed Blessed by their stories told and memories grieved Loved for their battles lost and wars achieved Their cowardess disregarded but courage believed Their fears covered by their bravery revealed Their sorrow wept, their lives appealed Whit their bodies torn, one nation they weaved One anthem they sing for lives they screamed In the doom of battles darkness a ray of hope they beamed As our last line of defense this is how they lead Now count the numerous grains of shapeless sand In the war torn widow’s hand, understand her internal misery As every mournful tear they wept is not a locked mystery ‘Cause every jagged grain is a lost memory This simple gesture is a constant ministry That the young blood perishes but the old bones live to tell the tale The more they ask why, the harder the grave fail To cover the brave As they salute, march and wave Not knowing so sorrow they will cave With their blood they will pave And our salvation they'll save Now on our hearts they'll engrave “WITH OUR LIVES WE GAVE” Now we say: “LOVING LIVE THE BRAVE!”


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Who is this

Who is this? 
A lyricist who does not want to be dist?
Parliament pisssed 
But I have say: “crunchy but crisp”
But this is a one true lyricist. 
Check me out and listen to this:

These are words of a man dormant too long 
Listen to my awakening and hear my roar 
‘Cause like volcano I spit pure lyrics that be my lava 
Radiate pure heart that be my wisdom 
Ruling the righteous kingdom 
Ooh! Mental implosion, internal explosion
Making me to rumble for undivided attention 
And mental stability 
From now until eternity 
Like the holy trinity

This is  
A lyricist who does not want to be dist?
Parliament pisssed 
But I have say: “crunchy but crisp”
But this is a one true 
Check me out and listen to this:

“Consciousness: 
A combination of thoughts and feelings 
Put together as a whole,” unquote.
These are words of a lyricist 
Who is a venomist but a visualist 
At hard, rock vividness
“With strength stronger than the devil”
That be venom 
But kids I am not a rapper or a M.C. 
But I am tite enough to say 
If I were a rope around your neck I would be choking
But I am not joking 
‘Cause I over see like Mosses split the sea 
As the M.C. battle ground dissect itself from the toes-up
That is why:

I am a lyricist 
The one does not want to be dist?
Parliament pisssed 
But I have say: “crunchy but crisp”
‘Cause I am a one true lyricist. 


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POVERTY MY WIFE

This is a rat infested; flea bitten, trash seeking, concrete hardened, Winter frozen, nose closing stench I call life. Poverty my wife: Ash my nourishment; paper my blanket; disorder my order; Sewage my water; concrete my mattress; streets my room No-one is who I am Living to see another day my plan Been all over the place but still the same street Cracked the hardest sole by the greater feet, Which though winter or summer bring the strongest cold? BUT YET SO BOLD To crack a smile of serenity, freeing me, peacefully Un-comprehended but well complemented But can’t dare to share it With my enemies: the rich; the government; the wealthy I salute you poverty, there were not supposed to be Don’t they know the richer they are the poorer I become I know that I’m black but poverty is where I’m from They may get richer in rand but I’ve got more in cent Common and the ones jingling in my pants That’s why I say: “This is a rat infested; flea bitten, trash seeking, concrete hardened, Winter frozen, nose closing stench I call LIFE.” POVERTY MY WIFE


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WORD

THE BLESSING OF WORDS AND MELODY TO DANCE 
FOR THE STUDY OF KNOWLEDGE IN THE WIDEST SENSE 
FROM THE GREEK ANCIENT LIES PHILOSOPHY 
WITH A HUMAN’S TRUE LOVE, WISDOM AND SELF-MASTERY

THE TRUSTED EMPOWERED WITH BELIEFS REVEALED THROUGH 
THE RESPECT AND SALUTES FROM THE KNOWLEDGE TO CONTINUE 
THE NATURAL DIALECT THREW THE TRIUMPHS POURED IN GENERAL
WITH THE JUDGMENT FOR STUDY, TIME STOOD WITHOUT APPAREL

THE LIGHT OF IDEAS INTOXICATED THE MIND
LOVE LANGUAGES WERE SEEN BUT NOW BLIND
THE RECENT BLESSINGS ARE ONLY LOST LESSONS
BUT THE FLATTERY OF TIME IS NOTHING WITHOUT HISTORY'S ESSENCE

THE WISDOM OF THE ANCIENT, LOST IN TIMES, CRIED
THE VIRTUE OF INTELLIGENT’S PRIDE DIED
THE PUNISHMENT RECEIVED BY THE UNBORN
WAS CRYSTALLIZED BY LIVING IN SCORN

AS ACTS CAST IN STONE WITHOUT REBUKE
WHERE THE SHAMEFUL PAGES OF THE LIVING BOOK
IN WHICH ILLUMINATION SEEMINGLY TO DWINDLE AT THE SOURCE 
THAT IS WHEN THE DARKNESS SMILED WITHOUT REMORSE

THE ENLIGHTENED WERE NOT BRED ANYMORE
THEY WERE REFINED IN THE RAY OF HOPE THEY SAW
CHANGING LIFE INTO THEIR OWN PROSPECT
INTELLECTS NOW WERE LEFT WITHOUT RESPECT

COMPASSION WAS THE ORDER OF THE DAY 
THAT IS HOW THEY LOST HOW TO PRAY
WITHOUT ADVICE THEY HAD TO SACRIFICE
AT THAT PRICE BLOOD WOULD ONLY SUFFICE

IN ORDER FOR DEEDS WHERE TO BE REDEEMED 
THE BEAUTY OF HUMAN GOODNESS WAS CREAMED
A SIGHT OF GOODNESS CAREENED & CRASHED 
THE FIRST WAR OF GOOD VERSUS EVIL CLASHED

MAN ASKED FOR SOMETHING GREAT FROM THE ALMIGHTY
BUT HE CHOSE TO PUNISH THEM WITH UN-REPAYABLE MERCY
DUE TO THE DEBTS OF THEIR SPIRITUAL BANKRUPTCY
A PURE SOUL WAS PAYMENT FOR THE MORALLY GUILTY

THIS IS THE KNOWLEDGE RADIATED THREW MANY RELATIONS
IN HOPE TO INSPIRE PROVOCATIVE REVELATIONS
THAT NO MATTER WHAT CONCLUSIONS, ASSUMPTION OR JUDGMENTS 
IN THIS BORROWED TIME WE LIVE IN, OUR SOULS WILL BE PAYMENT!


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Who am I

Who am I? I’m root of a race and a culture A lover not a fighter Call me Weed… Call me Spliff… Call me Ganjah The tree that bare the fruits of Jah I’ll clear your mind like water Free you from you mental corner Out of your sorrow, I’ll give you laughter Take you high to see your master Maybe converse with your creator Make you feel in this universe, you are the centre In the drunken world, I’ll make you sober Make unstoppable like a super nova Give you the world when it’s all over Mentally sinking? I’ll make you a swimmer You can’t fly right now? I’ll make you a drifter In this speeding world, I’ll make it slower Do you wander? How to be a traveller? Because I’m the transport to mental China Only luggage you need is a lighter Only Passport you need is a Rizzler Tell your Mama and Papa that you’ll see them later Follow me and soon you’ll see that I am Marijuana!


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FACE TO FACE

I FACE YOU / YOU FACE ME 
THIS IS A PHASE OF REALITY 
PRACTICALLY DEATH IS ETERNITY
HOPE YOU GET THIS CONSTANTLY

THAT THE TRUTH REVEALS TRUTH AND LIES ARE DEMONIZED 
VISUALIZE THE TRUTHS AND OPEN ALL EYES
‘CAUSE THE FACT WE HAVE TO FACE IMPACTS ALL MINDS
BUT THE PRICE WE HAD TO PAY COST MORE THAN OUR LIVES
AS WE CRAM KNOWLEDGE IN SKULLS IN HOPE THEY'LL TURN WISE
BUT LIES FOR THE WISE ARE UNSPOKEN TRUTHS UTILIZED
THE STREETS ARE HARD AS OUR NEIGHBORS CLOSE THEIR BLINDS 
LIFE IS WAR: YOU AND I ARE LANDMINES
AS DISEASES OF LOVE MAKING KILL HUSBANDS AND WIVES
THE BOOKS WERE RIGHT, WE ARE LIVING IN HARD TIMES
AS THE WEALTHY STAY WEALTHY BUT THE POOR ECONOMIZE
THE INTELLIGENT STAY HEALTHY BUT THE IGNORANT ARE OTHERWISE
FURTHER FROM THE TRUTH THEN THEY REALIZE
THAT LIFE IS A TRANCE WE ARE ALL HYPNOTIZED
IN THIS RAT RACE OF HUMAN DISGRACE 
CHANGING THE WHOLE PLACE 
TO PACE THE CHASE OF THE FACTS WE HAVE TO FACE 
THAT LIFE IS A TEST WE JUST HAVE TO ACE
AND LEARN AFTER DEATH THAT WE ARE
FACE TO FACE

I FACE YOU / YOU FACE ME 
THIS IS A PHASE OF REALITY 
PRACTICALLY DEATH IS ETERNITY
HOPE YOU GET THIS CONSTANTLY

THESE FAT CATS WITH STOMACHS FOR TIRES MUST RETIRE
AS OUR LEADER’S FACING THEIR OWN DESIRES
WHILE THESE LIRES FUEL THE WRONG NATION’S FIRE
LET’S REHIRE ADMIRALS WE ADMIRE
THIS NATION USES COMPASSION FOR FAME AND FASHION
GOOD IDEALS COME IN RATIONS
WHERE DOUBT IS BROUGHT SLAVERY IS BOUGHT
NOW WE FACE FEELINGS TAGGED BY PRICE
AS THE IMPRESSION OF THE RECESSION SLIGHTLY RISE
THE VALUE OF A GESTURE ISN’T A JUST REWARD
CAUSE A SIMPLE SMILE NO ONE CAN AFFORD
AS THIS WARNING IS FUTURE’S COMEDY
THE TRAGEDY OF THIS PARODY IS NOW SOMEONE ELSE’S MISERY
AS SOME LIVE REVERSE TO EVIL
TO ROCK-THE-VIL ON THE SOCIETY NOT CIVIL
CHASING ILLUSIONS ONLY TO CATCH NIL
FACING FACT FROM FICTIONAL THRILL
IN THIS RAT RACE OF HUMAN DISGRACE 
CHANGING THE WHOLE PLACE 
TO PACE THE CHASE OF THE FACTS WE HAVE TO FACE 
THAT LIFE IS A TEST WE JUST HAVE TO ACE
AND LEARN AFTER DEATH THAT WE ARE
FACE TO FACE


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The Mind

The mind, Man’s intelligence nearly blind; The uncharted grey matter; The thought provoker: The main controller; The word ruler; The tool of the clever; The ignorant? Never. Only for the thought bind, Not idle mind.


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PERIOD OF THE DARK AGES


IT’S THE PERIOD OF THE DARK AGES WITH STREETS WITHOUT FACES 
BOOKS WITHOUT PRINTINGS AND PRINTS WITHOUT PAGES 
IMPRISONED WITHOUT CAGES AND PAID THE PRICE WITHOUT WAGES
IT’S THE PERIOD OF THE DARK

SO LET ME TAKE THE STAGE AND LET MY WORDS BE ENRAGED 
THAT BABYLON, STAGGER ON ONE FOOT, IS TRIPPING
ON ITS OWN IMMORALITY, PRACTICALLY EVIL
KILLING ITS OWN PEOPLE, MAKING THEM THINK 
AS IF, THEY WERE NOT EQUAL. THIS IS NO SEQUEL 
AS ACID RAIN KILLS THE NATURAL TERRAIN 
CAUSING SANITY TO GO DOWN THE DRAIN 
MENTAL PAIN TRAINING THE BRAIN TO WITH STAIN 
THIS OPEN BOOK PHILOSOPHY, CONSCIOUSLY AND MENTALLY 
BEING A MINORITY TO LIFE. L. I. F. E.: 
LIVING IN FEAR ETERNALLY
I HOPE YOU ARE HEARING ME
SOON BREATHING WILL BE AN ACCESSORY OR A COMMODITY 
PAID FINANCIALLY BEING DEATH TO THE ECONOMY

THE TRUTH IS NOW BEING TELEVISED
AS THE IGNORANT TURNING WISE
CHILDREN ARE TELLING PARENTS THEIR DEMISE
 PEOPLE DON’T REALIZE 
WHAT THEY’RE WORTH OR OTHERWISE
OR HAS MAN’S EGO, GONE MAMMOTH SIZE?
FIND THE LOGICAL TIES:
THAT THE DEF COULD ALWAYS HEAR 
WHAT THE BLIND CAN ENVISION
READING PAGES WITHOUT PRINTING 
LIKE RELIGION:
THE BLIND TEACHING THE BLIND IN HOPE THEY WILL SEE
BUT THIS DOES NOT GO DOWN LOGICALLY 
BECAUSE WE LIVE IN TIMES OF DEMONSTRATION 
BUT NOTHING IS PERFORMED 
IN TIMES OF RECREATION BUT WE’VE NEVER REFORMED 
IN TIMES OF INFORMATION BUT WE ARE NEVER INFORMED
THAT THESE ARE THE LAST STAGES 
WHERE OUR MINDS ARE PRISON CAGES 
AND DEATH’S RAGE IS ARE PAID IN WAGES
THAT IS WHY I SAY:


IT’S THE PERIOD OF THE DARK AGES WITH STREETS WITHOUT FACES 
BOOKS WITHOUT PRINTINGS AND PRINTS WITHOUT PAGES 
IMPRISONED WITHOUT CAGES AND PAID THE PRICE WITHOUT WAGES
IT’S THE PERIOD OF THE TRUE DARK AGES
 


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