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Ghetto eyes

Filled with tears

From fears of the 2000 trans

Hallucinating peace between the Black man

Unable to understand shit that goes on

But recognizes the serpent

Out of the fog that try and steer them wrong

Overlooking flesh and bones

3hundred and 65 days old

Ghetto eyes see the truth

Behind the thickest of liar's smoke

Quiet and cold

The smoke got'em choking

But the eyes are still open

Lurking the streets

The night is dark & hot

The devil's angels creep

Blue suited demons

Night sticks with traces of African blood

Dark corpses lay breathless

In the pits of red mud

The true protector & server

Though if these eyes

Should ever shut

All the hopes of a better tomorrow

Just as well be fucked up



Tha Prodigal One...