[Verse 1]
Millennium the future from conscious defeat is in Black space but I move with a compass, a thug saying I'm bright. Mural, I look like a black Christ in the white apparel. I write clear flows for the ear of those locked down in a criminal justice Bureau of thugs, hero power for peace. I go at the Beast blowing, my heat at police to their blood and guts blowing, the street to n***as pushing their backs under the street lights. Yeah, under surveillance cameras. Hold your heat tight. Big Brothers. Watch it. Watch your option fucking now, you need to leave it with the sub Rock. Something knock a hole through your projects, come out, running gun and saying, prayers, under your breath. Like someone had a gun to your chest skies are thunderous Dawn, is under arrest but calm under the stress, police dragged them out the building, he smiles at the cameras, he’s wowing them hammers. I write prophecies for n***as copper Keys repair boxes and squeeze when you see them cops and deeds, I play with the English. Alphabet plus, I'm a jeans and I talked like Malcolm X, but Check. I spit scriptures Street Scrolls for my people viruses and the live and shit hieroglyphs are deeper. You can see the N with the clip on a dollar. Bill that got dark. We trust, it's gone for for The Guns of crushing the drugs and they label as thugs police Shooters up, we land our blood say. This is Love America. We run into Wars the future escaping through millenniums, chased by your executioner, you kill me, I only resurrect again