Murder rates are tolerated empty souls cannot be unified
Knowledge the owl who can hide a true lion police can't murder my pride
Hourglass take a look inside as the sand slides
Ancestors turning in graves as cowardly leaders improvise
The hood plight is unforgiven living over tree money we die
He called me brother but when I was stranded he refused to give a ride
Catch me building on the darkside sun lessons beam light
As I write parables to expose the phony lonely cronies
And spread like jelly on bread peoples mutate like fish with two heads
I failed to get ahead went through courts amongst the living dead
To be ressercted positively directed to the righteous road ahead