the road I travel How can I forget my roots? How can I? How can I forget my roots, how can I? My roots, my roots, my roots, my roots My roots I?ll never
'm runnin down clowns, my shit is comin down like a dump Black chumps, sunk into the shit that I flip I bump, pumps, resultin in my triumph Chumps who
made a day of awe and circles, circles And she sent it to guide the blood of the universe The sixth was burning with icy, green flames that glowed white
the Path of thorns, cursed yet truly blessed Through exile, coronation and conquest To the throne of the Ravens of Death Mighty master Qayin, guide my hand For my
