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Grab your gun, check the amo. Lock it back. Take a look out on
the world and fade to black. Go berserk. Lie your
conscience in the dirt. Let the pain and the anger do some
team work. Put your tears up front. Grab your mess list and
do a man hunt. Mercy, no. Pity, no. Go real rude and blunt.
Violate anyone who said love but did not mean it. Annihilate
those who's respect was stated but you have not seen it. Inseminate trust
with rage, so fury can escape from it's cage. Incriminate
hope so that hate gain's control of the stage. Isolate your
wrath and let it marinate on some vengeance. Obliterate faith
and let envy commence. It's common sense, this has to
happen for your self defense. Need some evidence, the price
tag on your state of mind is at who's expense? Don't get tense,
I've been there, and wrote a book. To kill the suspense, I'll
let you take a look. It's a hymnbook, a road map on not getting
shook. Tell me, does life do a how to on how to avoid the fishhook. I'm
tripping, sorry, don't get scared. If I was serious, to say no, are you prepared?
You get one shot to mess me over, then it's done. I'm not
heartless, but I'm not stupid, after one there's none. Make use
of your opportunity, see me run. Come again you stand against
Chester Walker's grandson. Dare to touch a hair on a child
you can see my slug. I'm not a hustler, but for the seeds I
can be a thug. Claiming your a Christian, but really your a decoy.
Let me spark my Newport, then I'll smoke you like a vice
roy. If you pitstop in the path of the young, I'll pop you like I
do a merlot. If you fight for a cameo, I'll re-write the scenario.
You walkabout the future like our concern is in
doubt. Watch the turnout, like Chnese food we'll take
you out. I use the bible like it's an antibiotic. Think
I will let my kin fall, well, you are psychotic. bring
my people despair, give them unrest, show them ridicule.
I'll do you worse than Lara Croft on Princess Toadstool.
Coming against the children is two strikes, and my people is one.
I'm talking to satan, but if the shoe fit's, than our war has begun.
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Collar me as homeless, see I'm a street scholar. I want
your sense, not your pennies, I need your time, not a dollar.
The ghost of yesterday is on post. With an innermost desire
to set the future on roast. like a dormant disease, waiting
for the passing of all with some expertise. Popping in and out
like a striptease. Looking for the perfect moment to seize.
It already knows your surname. With our forefathers it played
the same game. Like a virus in our mainframe. the program is to
bring us to shame. And it's so precise, towards one another
we're as cold as ice. Racism is but one device. Yet Bush and
Blair swear we're in paradise. Maybe I'm over protective. Or I'm
right and the constitution is ineffective. Hearing me out is a course
elective. But this demon is not selective. Can I show you that hate
is a pride supplement? Pay attention, segregation is a Nation of Islam
instrument. The twin towers and the war on terror is more than
subsequent. Take it at face value, the truth is self-evident.
Anti-patriotic, no, I'm making good on my pledge of alligence.
My right to free speech allows me to write my grievance. Satan is
clever. Level with me, the devil has a miraculous endeavor.
It's evident that he's confident, allow him to win never. Not
every blessing you receive has a heavenly birth. Did not Satan
give Jesus a way to rule every kingdom on this earth? Over
your life, Heavon and hell both have a perch. This line in real
time, minimum wages is a measurement of worth. Scientist's
are quick to state energy can neither be created nor destroyed.
So what became of the destructive powers that Hitler
employed? Could it be that American could fill the void?
Look at Nazis, then peep the way American troops have
been deployed. How many lives lost for the sake of freedom
in this hour. Stop. I'm speaking on the Iraqi's with a
statement that spread "black power". Can I relate Plymouth
Rock to a twin tower? Or can you see that history is back to devour.
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Heavenly father, who is in heaven, pure be your name.
Your kingdom does come, as well your will be done, on
earth as it is in heaven. Restore in me your trust,
and cleanse my heart of its worldly lust. Restore in
me your faith, so that I may reveal my shamed face.
Deliver to me the gift of sight, so that I can
distinguish between what you say is wrong, and what
the world sees as right. Deliver to me the gift of
sight, so I may tread the path of light. Return to me
your undying love, so that I may deal with the
pressures my world is full of. Return to me your
undying love, cleanse me, prepare me to ascend into
your kingdom. Allow me to reap my daily bread, so
that I may avoid a world bent on capping up my head.
Let me not lay to waste in the valley of the shadow of
death, my heart is freely yours without a second
guess. Lift me back upon my feet, so that I may walk
alongside your sheep. Reinstate my voice so that I
may pray, and escape a life that brings sorrow and
pain my way. Open up my eyes so that I may see the
way back to the path on which you want me to be. Help
me to cleanse my mind, body, and soul, so that once
again I may be whole. Strengthen my heart so that I
can begin to clear out all of the evils which I battle
within. Restore my mind so that I may find the time
to pray, instead of reaching out for a cigarette to
unwind. Grant me the will to reach deep within me, so
that I may settle my soul and come to peace with me.
I ask not for any worldly wealth, just for the power
to contend with my self. With tears in my eyes and an
open heart , to you I come. I require assistance, and
to help me, you are the only one.
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