truth

Every step forward is troubled waters,
every step to the side equals trouble with the law//

Years and years, torment's been the blood of my people,
sequal after sequal of scenes of misory, on ships like Amistad
Moses freed the doves but who's freeing my people//
crutchs and bandaides show the truth in the shift of pollarity and power,
the poles control the tides and floods, adding to our pains to turn grain to corn,
forsaken, noo hope... but we tred on, caus we've bled before//
global warmin is the only warmth my people have known,
snow mountains, house in the caverns, tryna count the biltong left for the long seasons of many rains//
Hunting... gatherering... back to hunting again
we slaves to the cycle that others fought to excape//
Martered their mortal entities gaining an eternal sole in the heavens//




....dungeon dome consealeth thy wisdom (your friendly neaghborhood pedofile)