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Black Prevailage
02:15
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BLACK PREVAILAGE
I been knocked so low
I’m just bracin’ myself for the next blow
Bracin’ myself for the next blow
I been knocked so low
I’m just bracin’ myself for the next blow
Bracin’ myself for the next blow
I been sick so long
I’m just waitin’ for the next thing to go wrong
Waitin’ for the next thing to go wrong
I been sick so long
I’m just waitin’ for the next thing to go wrong
Waitin’ for the next thing to go wrong
I been treated so bad
Peace might be somethin’ I ain’t ever had
Peace might be somethin’ I ain’t ever had
I been treated so bad
Peace might be somethin’ I ain’t ever had
Peace might be somethin’ I ain’t ever had
I been tryin’ so hard
I’m only good when I walk and talk wit’ God
It’s all good when I walk and talk wit’ God
I been tryin’ so hard
I’m only good when I walk and talk wit’ God
It’s all good when I walk and talk wit’ God
So I pray
I pray
I pray
I pray
(Humms) Mmmm, Hmmm, hmmm
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The Roads, Ch.1
04:20
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THE ROADS, CH. 1
Chorus (4x): Down where the roads are paved with good intentions...
Verse 1:
Down where the roads are paved with good intentions:
New dimensions, I jump through,
Runnin’ hot pursuit, from some henchmen,
Sent by the emperor’s mistress, while the empress
Was out protectin’ the devil’s interests.
Scalpin’ tickets at heaven’s entrance,
My past made my present tenses.
Bad karma, second sentence. I’m respresentin’.
Back when all seven seals was manufactured
And the beast wasn’t born ‘cause the dragon hadn’t hatched it,
I asked mom and pop Creator to give me classics.
They wrapped it in this handsome and beautiful black package,
Said the point was to practice
And become a master of many magics
For kindlin’ the empire’s ashes.
That’s why them henchmen wanna feed me to the maggots,
Show up brandishin’ hatchets
To keep me from teachin’ classes.
I ditched’em, discarded my jacket,
Donned a hat and glasses
And disappeared into oncoming traffic.
Chorus (4x): Down where the roads are paved with good intentions...
Verse 2:
It’s less oxygen for the earth’s occupants.
Real laws ain’t documents.
So I don’t need a juris doctorate to tell me what my options is.
With dope I’m synonymous, but I’m in this
Police state where the prospects is ominous.
I done enough scholarship on the politics
Of oppression to know that freedom ain’t the opposite.
The earth is paradise but the human populous
Got parasites with appetites that’s bottomless. It’s mind boggling,
But they’re scared, the world ain’t big enough to share,
And teach acolytes to follow this
As justification for subjugation and dominance.
I’m not convinced. It don’t make lots of sense.
I guess that’s why I was sent to do reconnaissance,
Develop competence, reach a level of prominence,
Then shatter the lies in which they place confidence.
Chorus (4x): Down where the roads are paved with good intentions...
Verse 3:
Woke up and did my Chi Gong stretches,
Took a shower, told the mirror on the wall who the freshest!
Made my baby some breakfast.
She woke up, left me breathless.
Leave the house 10 minutes late and drive to work all reckless,
On my way to give Smokey a message:
That we them stones the builders left in the wreckage,
And tell him I found scrolls filled with thousands of lessons
On how to search, seize, sabotage, contain and collect us.
Look: some jackals lyin’ in wait at the intersection
For stray wildebeests without the herd’s protection.
Soon as they start sniffin’ in my direction
I dip left into Smokey’s vegan delicatessen.
Chorus (4x): Down where the roads are paved with good intentions...
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Bloody World
05:46
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BLOODY WORLD
Introduction:
You live long enough
Think hard enough
Grow wise enough
You learn that the devil is neither whom or what you thought it was:
It's that part of yourself
That doesn’t believe in its own power,
It's own divinity
And therefore goes around trying to diminish
The power of everyone else...to feel good.
Chorus (4x):
This bloody world
These bloody men
I know it’s written Lawd (Lord)
Will it ever end?
Verse 1:
Threats on my life don’t cease
I’m scared of the po-lice
Drive-byes, stray bullets...
I’m scared of my own peeps
So I carry my own piece
‘Cause that give me mo’ peace
But not really, ‘cause I ain’t bullet proof
And I can’t blast what I don’t see
I ain’t nobody’s OG
But now I’m up in my for-ties
Left Babylon for a different land
Where I still don’t get no sleep
‘Cause the devil that made the ghetto
Is here too: he got a long leash
So when I dream I’m still a teen
Getting’ gunned down in my old streets
Where doctors don’t care to heal us
Poison is what they give us
When the coppers bullets fill us
Grand juries protect our killers
I often hope hell is real
More than I care about seein’ heaven
‘Cause I want my oppressor to feel
The pain that I feel, and countin my blessin’s
Is hard when I want’em sentenced
For their wickness and vengeance
Is mine, sayeth the Lord
But am I—not in his image
The Lord’s apprentice?
Executor of his business?
But who am I kiddin’?
Am I a descendent
Of the God of death
Or the God or the livin’?
It’s my decision
So do I dig into my remembrance
Of being the giver of all life
From who life is freely given?
Transform the chaos
Of this existence to fit my vision?
Or just get in where I fit in
In the cycle of blood spillin’?
Chorus (4x):
This bloody world
These bloody men
I know it’s written Lawd (Lord)
Will it ever end?
Verse 2:
Proud boys, ya’ll bein’ played
By a rich man and his rich friends
Who gon’ walk away unscathed
While you locked up or in the grave.
They was rich when you was unemployed,
Rich when you barely made a wage.
They let you think it’s Black and Brown people fault,
But the rich keep getting’ paid.
They need you all riled up
On the front lines of their brigade,
Blamin’ human rights and women rights
So they can keep getting’ paid.
It’s a game, that can only work
If we separated and afraid.
So you makin’ America great,
So that you can be a greater slave!
A greater slave than the lesser slaves
While the rich keep gettin’ paid.
They tell you to be proud of culture
That steals, kills and rapes.
But that ain’t your culture
At least it wasn’t your culture back in the days
When your ancestors was humane
And they practiced indigenious ways
Until the church enslaved your papas
And burned you mamas at the stake
So the empire could be great
And the rich could keep gettin’ paid.
That was the beginnin’
Of your sinnin’ and your rage.
Don’t be ashamed. We the same.
Our separation, it was staged.
Our life force came from the same flame
From the same Earth we sprang
We was both made
To shine brighter than the sun’s rays
But we grew estranged
We was taught to be of little faith,
And see each other in each other’s way,
And you was trained
That for your light to shine brighter,
Mine must fade!
But that’s a lie
That keeps us blind
In a underdeveloped stage
Less than alive
Less than fully human
Less than fully sane
So that we’ll forever remain
In a wicked and perilous age
And our kids will inherit the hate,
And their kids will never be safe
In...
This bloody world
These bloody men
I know it’s written Lawd (Lord)
Will it ever end?
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