Beware of Snakes
beware of snakes
after she breath in
she anointed my head
with the oil of life
now I could see how
the green snakes
crib in my grass
I am in the jungle
the wild wild animals
still never stop their
swallow lies
their contact are so
tall
cos they are the snakes
we kill in the wild
when we fight for
our own
ask me why I don't sleep
cos the night is deeper
than deep
remember the night
is the day for the wicked
if not ask the witch in
your hood
why they fly at night
when the innocent sleep
in peace
is the day for the snakes
so tell me why I will
sleep in den of snakes
so in my nights
when they crib
with their evil intention
I stay alive to
beware of snakes
I know they trust no body
I know they love the trigger
they minds are so high to evil
they got no shame
cos they got no heart
they crib in my hood
they live In various cities
they are normal but
with guns they are beasts
blood looks water to they
they are use to is splash
it gives them energy
here you see why I cant
trust a Forest
cos no matter wild or domestic
a Forest is still no
guarantee for the green snake
in the green grass
if you still wonder why
I need keep alive at night and
beware of snakes
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