a race i am not a android i am not a mongoloid i am not annoyed by the void in your brain this is not a trick son you are not a victim you are just a
A January eve, the year XXX A.S. Magick granted me a gift, that Lucifer blessed A daughter born of darkness, and oh so divine The next generation
much older, but i make money for myself get my face round the world every film that i do is exposure i got nike air creps with a hoodie on my head and
me. A comfort I use to take for granted I dry my eyes with the knowledge that I did what I could bare. This is a song for the young believers. A dedication
TARGET Run the maze my loyal pet Recall your orders and the rest forget YOU ARE CLOSE So close to the perfect crime A human bullet in a chambered mind
from the throne Renounce your name as my own You're truly a son of a bitch I've no use for you Now die! [Chorus] [Oriana:] Oh, no Please, no... This
what they use for trackin me So if I try to escape, over the gate the guards will attack, and put a bullet in my back They stripped me of my identity, my name, my
bandages on your mouth No livin for free on my couch And yo I ain't operatin, no type of Covenant House You get no help HERE, my name ain't wel-FARE
on my bike, like a CB, quarter waters And the folks doin 'ports what my first dude bought Game is a sport, Dominican, handball courts Hold a jiggy in my
where. Used to keep a nine milli for protection just in case a nigga want to take my bread, then a voice came down and said Akon use your head. Had to re-evaluate my
life fame So you're lookin for some recognition through a screen name (No doubt) No threat, y'all ain't the pro set Rappin ten years and not a paid show
my child Kept my name on fire, like I never left Kept your eyes on my family, and never slept Snatched my ass out the streets, and put a mic in my hand
I do my best to right wrongs in this song [Chorus] Hassan came along as a glimmer of hope When your grandparents treated you like a ghost And a hermit
The world ends with a bang as you whimper [VERSE III] My reasons for doing this are noble The grievances of my people must be made vocal This global world
I Carve my runes upon a cairnstone surface A powerful pattern that will crush the walls to the unknown I kill my eye as a bloodbounds sign Generating
look pass you by .... give the race a try All I wanted was a little dance with Lady Luck But she won't give me a chance What I could use was a little