Symphony of the Street's Samurai
Right Hand grippin the blade of knowledge, Discard lies learned in college
Left hand grippin a bottle of Gin, To calm demons within/ Perhaps to quench the thirst of my Hellfire inside/ Devils Homeostasis which I must attempt to overide...So I inhale the cannibus and retreat to mind/ Once inside, the meditation must begin/ to fortify my spirit against the evils patrolling within/
And on the outside I visualize and read the face of assassins who seek to transform my being ---into that of the deceased/ Never will I rest in peace...Until enemys fall or retreat/ But since retreat is not permitted they now Bleed at my feet/ Such is my life Until a Nine's Scream erases every trace of me from these streets/ These are merely my words of Blackness left for revolutionaries to ponder, No peace until the war has ended and remeber "Death before Dishonor"
This was originally going to be the first verse in a rap track...with a little tweeking it still may- b-
