Money begets tar
So how far?
Got the keys you think?
But check your pocket.
Did you hear a Ca-chink?
But like The King did,
Punish the servant who put the keys in the ground
Thinking you saving your fortune for another round
You hid your treasure for a race
and but all the others were hungry too
hungry for that warm embrace
The grays became purple
killing Marie Antoinette
No better than Hitler
What you got is what you get..
Racial Conscience feed fear and depression
Here to tell a new story of resurrection
Poetry En Motion and CREATE DESTROY
The Highway and Steel Tracks in the sky
On a top open mission to deploy
Night Hawk Lips and Battle Tank Minds
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