The rising dust continues to cloud our judgment
Yet we forget that judgment day is inevitable for us all
As we rise and fall and call
For salvation
A cry for help
A scream for freedom
Our duty was to maintain peace
And plant and grow and build
Together
Until a doctrine was introduced
To divide and conquer and confused
Masses that created unintended messes
Multiple Pandemics
Hunger that will strike pockets full of money
Is the result of an outburst that spread cross province
Who’s the con artist of such con-vince
How did we forget to cultivate our gardens
Who taught us to wait for our daily bread
Who taught us to pray for a starving nation
Truth is someone sold us glimmering temptation at very fancy price
And called it success
So we destroyed our gardens to create garages
A home for a beast that will earn you respect
In the name of success
It will save you time
while it costs you time
And as you serve time
On a silver platter
To the one that controls your time
Born with a silver spoon in the mouth
And yet you are fed bullshit on a daily

Anger that will pose as depression, a silent killer. The result is an outburst of generations of trauma
Everyone can see its effects but no one really understands it
It wears hatred as a hat
And
Monate mpolaye as a cruch
Its chained as a cureless curse
A sequence of future misconduct
That will hang itself on the conscience of those who were once saints until the world soiled their consciousness
When destructive patterns become their healing points
And the darkest sticky walls become their hang out joints

Stupidity has become a follish plague in plain site
And everyone follows its leadership
Better board ship
Ho ja joy
If you wish to become part of the masses instead of an unconsidered minorty
Better be tough to be part of the chosen few
Its about brave heart and not wise heads
Heart is given to the needy
While head is given to the greedy
So they unleash the Power in their possession
Get a taste of the cookie jar
And grant access to a tender lifestyle
Of sweeping secretes under tables
And envelopes in parking lots
The baddest eyes with bigger smiles
Is how they fill the empty slots
At the end of the day the masses are flies and swine alike at their disposal
They will loot and shoot to kill
To free another a loveable laughable ventriloquist
The jester of all time
The trickster of old time

Virus will affect your motherboard
And also your body with possible irreversible conditions that possess cureless infections
The statistics will be televised to keep fear alive
Those who break orders won’t survive
When discipline becomes a commodity
Those who break through protection are plenty
And are now forgotten
Back then Massgraves were not as rotten
It was a descreet undercover burial
Old age of a distant past
When the family has changed its name, it’s face, and it’s language there are absolutely no ties to dead roots

In this cosmic shift
We drown in sorrow
As we wait for the dust to settle