i can't drag you to the virus, but i can die trying, calling the truth science, born with two eyes on mt. zion, outside the chimes of thunder claps, glass and bomb sirens to unite us under government lies and cop tyrants, time find for gods the odds is i'mma die rhyming, demolishing islands of thoughts. faught for solomon's diamond, sought god for guidance, osiris out the catacombs lost in a fragile mindstate.
by Jeremy February 17, 2005
by bristol-mind-indic October 23, 2011