Spitacalypse

A lot going on now a days.

I walk barefoot over scorched earth
Seeking justice for my people who were forced surfs
Do I have the right to judge men with success
did they cheat to obtain, are they just blessed
Can an imbalanced scale ever turn the tide
Am I wrong for hoping that they will get burned alive
There are some who cause suffering with no remorse
There are some who just suffer and will go the course
There are some that will fight back despite the odds
Out numbered, out gunned, who would like the odds
But a man on a mission that's a God send
That will challenge the system that we're all in
One alone cannot accomplish what the masses will
Most of us must unite fighting masters will
They wont listen to the cries
Or the tears in your eyes
There's a point void of words where we have to kill

Chorus
Look I'm not perfect
And sometimes I'm worthless
Judged by the surface of skin that others worship
Spit for the purpose of verses that I wrote
I float like a butterfly that sails on a boat
The notes I combine to create compositions
Unified sound that will break the opposition
Spitacalypse coming forth for redemption
Listen
Listen
Listen

Some men have prayed for influence to fade
Looking forward to the day that they can piss on my grave
But as long as I have breath in my lungs
and a heart that beats
And been endowed with this art of speech
I have no fear to play my part to teach
Make my mark and reach
Rally the troops so we can march the streets
And put these sharks to sleep
That has spent generations devising new ways to tear apart the weak
Crack open the 7th seal it will start to leak
And protect this rich culture that I've fought to keep
Till there's nothing left but, death and victory
The rest is history
Die a martyr or live in misery
Express this lyrically for all eternity
So when you read of me there's no confusing me
With those refusing the truth and using the guise of unity

Chorus
Look I'm not perfect
And sometimes I'm worthless
Judged by the surface of skin that others worship
Spit for the purpose of verses that I wrote
I float like a butterfly that sails on a boat
The notes I combine to create compositions
Unified sound that will break the opposition
Spitacalypse coming forth for redemption
Listen
Listen
Listen

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