Guns, shootouts and crack sales Black males who pack jails, trapped in hell No peace, cold streets, surrounded by po-lice this whole week, buildings with no heats No lights, gas pipes with snow leaks Dog fights and lowlife throw dice the whole night Thieves, creepin in the midnight evenings, soar through the misty regions Go to your house, take a vial for the demons Moon in, the lunar eclipse Prophets stand in the midst of the seven candlesticks I can’t take it, beauty that was once sacred is now gettin facelifts, fake tits, and fake lips Cold embraces Memory erases, from the slaveships My princess, I used to spot her from a distance Holdin my infant, burnin incense The moment intent, for her to step into my wife tents Now we step in pre-sents, for your ebony prince The smell of frankencense; once treated like a pharoah With royal apparel, annointed with myrrh and aloe We used to wallow, amongst the mallows We had herd sheep and cattle, now we battle Used to pass over Brooks of Qe’ron Towers of Lebanon, the pool of Gechron We used to sing songs, upon Mount Hebron How is gold turned to bronze, and shhh…. How is gold turned to bronze We was the wisest and the richest, now we turn to snitches Women turn to bitches, in the time of harvest We was the smarteest, worshipped Wisdom like the Goddess Now we act retarded, forsook the Wisdom of the Fathers We use to have a thousand flagons of wine In Palestine there would drink Ballentine And raise up in the violent mind We used to …