The soul so crisp
By flames of hate
In every state
Of consciousness

Now it's my turn
To give you the burn
So that you can learn
What was done
For other peoples fun
But our demise
And they still tell lies
About their ties
To such acts

The wind may blow
The rain may fall
But our fire keeps burning
Through it all.

Sun keeps us warm
Earth keeps us cool
Thought many still
Play the fool
Or by the rules
Designed for their control.

The structure of life
Cannot be contained
Maimed
Changed
Or sustained.

It takes a life of its own
And its own destiny is sown
By itself and no man, woman, child, or beast.

Death and more death
For preventable reasons
Change the seasons
Of ones own thought.

People in power
Really do not shower
People who need help
With the wealth they own
Even though it is shown
On T.V. to be the opposite.

Perception versus reality
The ultimate battle
Of real and imaginatory
May be gory
For the illusionist to cope
With losing their glory
Made

We tried to keep it real
Tried not to steal
Tried to say away from the kill
And from the white powder out of the
Nicaraguan hill
But all that failed.

WE are back for truth
And for some revenge
You feel the burn
At the same temp
You inflicted it on others.

Look who is the sucka
Since Karma is a mutha

© March 2006 By Afromerica