The Black Holocaust Pt. II

by J. Griot

Materialism and ism got you crazy
Now you want to battle me; thinking you can blaze me?
Man, you must be crazy, mentally soft
The Black Holocaust got you lost in the sauce
In the winter comes the frost,
Watch your world turn cold
On the auction block, another slave gets sold
Can you hold the cross for your crown of gold?
Gained the whole world,
But you lost your soul
I've got a cup and a bowl, and they runneth over
A military mind, so call me a soldier
The older that you get, Man, the more you see
Everything is real except for t.v.
Look inside of me and you'll find my essence
Walk inside the room, you know the god is present
The Cresent represents Equality
The Sun means Freedom from hypocrisy
The Star represents Justice for us;
Yet the dollar in your pocket says in God we trust
All for the lust,
Ashes to dust
Your mind's got a lock covered up with rust, and
Why you want to fuss when I speak the Truth, Man
Hate to bust your bubble, but there is no spook, and
The Gift I shoot;
Utilize true skill
Physically you're still alive
Mentally you're killed
In the Black Holocaust...

The Black Holocaust Pt. II by J. Griot

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