Pharaohs and Pyramids
My blood straight from the earth;
so I scream louder,
All my life I been a victim to white powder.
Never ingesting but sometimes I question;
am I running from the devil
or moving fast from the reverend,
When I sit back in a session,
I blow a L for the Essence;
I wonder if my stresses out weigh God blessings.
Tell me lord is it blasphemy to ask what is you have for me
or
Should I keep running like athletes until you capture me.
If it's your will let it be done
I see now its gone be a long run,
but let me tell you what these fools have done.
They transcribe your word got us lost and absurd,
put dope in my hood to serve;
Got bodies bodies slump on curb.
I'm guilty too I guess but for different reasons
ether way it go for my people it's killing season.
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