Oh my God, I’m in fight for my life/ struggling to see the light, I lift the last bit of rubble and bricks/ to wake up to a sunless kiss, surrounded by the locust mist/ face severely burned, upper lip blistered/ greeted by mother natures nuclear winter/ accompanied by apocalypse, her twin sister/ feet splintered, Jesus now I know how Christ felt/ when the non believers dealt their hand to sinners/ nailing his soul to wooden fixtures/ which mirrors the reflection of a society, bent on self propriety/ eyeing me a dead weight, not a contribution element/ cursing my melanin cuz I don’t ride the dick of mule or elephant/ words once heaven sent become here say/ like knowledgeable abdominal follicles off the Devils topical/ funny how Armageddon changes your perception/ continue to move through the wreckage/ looking for medics or where enforcement is/ come to remains of an orphanage/ dead children, burning buildings, gone are my feelings/ it’s bad enough I’m dealing with the scenic/ piles of dolls plastic and pissy mattress/ oh shit a survivor, maybe he knows what happen/
from “Rise Of An Empire” (2005)
