Blood and tears, the familiar libation/ Gemini’s twin sky pacin’, bloodlines sacred/ half jazz musician, quarter addict and beautician/ walkin’ with the skewed vision of the people, in case you missed it/ you asked for my past/ well I’m that fragmented piece of glass, screamin’ when oppression shattered my American dream/ it’s not hopeless til the masses take notice and the country bestows it/ imagine me unfocused, a place you don’t want to be/ like a child abductor claiming to be your ex lover, mother fucker/ puncture the skull structure of Usher Raymond/ with angered patrons who like gats and spiked bats/ painted a picture so perverse, Chili named it after the hand of God engraved it/ terrorists laughing in the face immigration/ taking retribution for Iraqi oil spilled faces/ now my thoughts have no factual basis/ cuz my brain is complacent in the playstation generation/ take heed to my social commentary declaration/
From “Rise Of An Empire” (2005)
