Findin my inner sanctum, focus my inner Metal Face/
Been led astray, tossed to the ring against a heavyweight
I perpetrate your thoughts and your dreams as I envelop fate/
Develop hate misleading with means to place embellished bait
On a string, dangle it in front of your face like an obstacle/
Impossible, like stoppin a rasta from poppin shots at you
Need a glock or two, the mind state of every block in view/
The rock consumes those who misuse, abuse their stock with fumes
Do not amuse the thought that racial barriers cannot be broken down/
I'm spoken out with words of wisdom only a dope would doubt
You hopin now that life's meaning will be seen pokin out/
Forgot about the fact that life's meanings are often darkened out
By lies the government seems to bark about, truth is the truth is a
mystery/
History shows that misery lies with administering
Leaders are meant to lead and yet it don't make sense to me/
Why leaders are seen as heroes when most are just snakes slithering
Sunday, June 19, 2011
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