The Rose - Killah Priest

I’m the rose and I give this to you

It tears my clothes and this life’s so crucial

Prepare the road and my ride’s in neutral

Beware of my soul cause my eyes see through you

And my eyes see through you

And my eyes see through you

Love and happiness, drug and marriages

Slugs from the ratchet spit

Secrets of the dead when that casket lift

Bullets left to pull bastard stiff

Mix messages, rich heritage

I come form the Hyksos araget

Six thousand miles through the strong currents

We survive with endurance

Made it through the waves, kid

Outrageous, put in cages

Slaves for ages

Something out of the Bible pages

What made our survival contagious?

Its tribal, species endangered

The rose with the cuts on his clothes

His pedals had fallen in the ghetto

Crowds echo, screams and I’ve seen the devil

Angels with the same clothes

Is it the seven in the crescent?

The G in the compass?

Reverend and his message?

It’s me in a conflict

Star David — The Mosque or The Masons?

God or the Atheists?

Tomorrow are the ancients

Which way do I go?

Which ways do I roll?

New age or the old?

Ways of the crow to the grave in the cold

Or to the grave in the soul with the sun-rays and I can grow

To the pavement in the road

God dealt with Nations so I deal with concentration

So deep in conversation

I reap for combination

Read Psalms when I’m shaking

Call moms when I’m aching

Push your palms when you praise him

My calm words drop bombs on Satan

Farrakhan’s congregation

Escaping the longs arms of the state pens

Abomination taxes, television distractions

Her religion is backwards

Asking were they in these chapters?

Will it end with the rapture?

Or will we assail with the master?

Will the devil be captured?

Will the rebels have laughter?

Or will the ghettos be after?

From the baby showers to the grave with the flowers