The time is turning The city's burning Two up's for the one's who learning Three's up for the power curtain Pulling back to the childs hurting Flirting with darkness, it harken's back noone's really certain Lurking out the [anakis?] anthem Demon fathers are dancing Unholy babies grace-prancing, under two meters of passion, asking who fucked up them [dandim?] Held up for ransom, they asking who put a mirror in this land of the darker valley they passing Fasten seatbelts, they gasping This miscarriage is lasting far too long Sewn 'em up your nasal cavity, pull out the bong Take that pill to the face, so you gon' see what's wrong And drown in prescription syrup so when they come, you don't hear it, because the Guns run nigga The turning points are coming The ancient gods are calling And the choruses are humming We see it every day in the niggas on corners bumming The signs in they hands, the man illness is rampantly a running
[Verse 2: Signor Benedick the Moor] Shit, it's like they got me Pull out the 9 and shot me Murder 10 and be copied Copycat in the hat is killing ransom and It's rocky slow make it harder to cope with rope niggas being cocky I'll never let 'em lock me down, or drown em all in the sounds Suffocation from profound Innovation can be found Release all of the hounds But why you in prison gowns? 'Cuz jumpsuits ain`t as nice Selling a brother for a crooked price So quick to look away That's out all to the other But what happens when that other turning out to be your brother? We all live in an island The island that is our mother A plane crash in the jungle The fire begin to smother It's like there's blood in the river Really just another human sacrifice Builds a brother, help you out, and all you do is ask advice So you lock the [fucking gold and all you need's to ask?] it burn Everyone's [be?] sold their soul, fuck ever having an afterlife