I'm what you better address I come directly from you I'm in the air Exist in the sea And I am poisoning your food Your burning lungs are from me Your
Green envious filled with discontent You desire what others possess You're ill willed and you're filled with spite Your deep resentment will tear you
I'm trapped in this cage while others hold me down Direct my pen as their fist comes down They meddle and interfere in my affair With the written word
move And you see it through No chains can hold No chains can hold you down They would chain and drag you around Pick you up and throw you down They needle nothing
Like the suffering of Christ Like the screaming of his time I am the misery Born with open eyes Like running blood Like running slaves Like warriors
you just right and we'll change you inside and you'll see That it's so necessary for you to accept Or we'll strap you down 'til we gain your respect You
Pimp selling whores Young runners selling crack Bars on your doors Shotgun shoved in your back Thick is the shit The walking wasted of life Nothing
Division of mind and body My eyes have never seen this clear The truth comes cutting through me Like a knife with pain of so many years Fear of my reality
Your sweet soul comforts me Your eyes show the desires of a whore To touch your flesh on my skin To feel the heat that you bring You'll serve my purpose