Midas

It Began

Many Years Ago On The African Sands

God Blew The Breath Of Life

Came Forth Created Man

On Two Legs He'd Stand

The World He Could Command

He Could Make Love And War With The Same Two Hands

And He Did

Erected Pyramids In His Honor

Forgot The Face Of His Father

Wicked Ways To His Daughter

Started Wars

Put His Brethren To The Slaughter

His Soul He Bartered With Evil

To Make Life Harder

Wealth Greed And Envy

For Self We Never Stingy

Gently We Be Giving Ourselves To These Enemies

Never Timidly

We Go Bold For The Night

Forgetting The Light

That Needs To Shine Forever Bright

But We Didn't

So Now Our Souls Turning Acidic

Our Hope Is Hidden Behind

Lies

So Now We Finished

Our Mind Blemished

We Need To Understand The Truth

God Help The Youth

Get It Together Before We Through

Fathom That

How We Get Back To Self Righteousness

Writing This Made Me Realize

We Blind, Sightless

As We Walk Through Life, Lifeless

Sitting In The Dark, Lightless

We Need Fight This

Greed Turning Us All Midas

Instead Of Romance

Its Finance

Children Without No Guidance

Roaming The Streets

Looking For Hope

But Can't Find It

Instead They Fight It

Embrace A Hell And Hate Righteous

Curse And Spit

Slant They Eyes And Yell Fuck This

Existence

Where Nobody Will Even Listen

They Just Follow Tradition Cause They Conditioned To Just Do It

Turn A Blind Eye America

Cause The Truth Is Scaring Ya

It Just Might Bury Ya

Lies Infecting Like Malaria

Can You Handle That Penalty Box

Cause You On Top

You Going Stop

Dead In The Street

Getting Ya Knot Popped

Burning From Heat

Can't Even Sleep

Scared Of Defeat

Out Of Control

Alternate Delete

Nigga We Deep

And Losing The Sleep

Well Earned From 400 Years

Of Blood Sweat Tears

Deferred Dreams And Fears

Fathom That

How We Get Back To Self Righteousness

Writing This Made Me Realize

We Blind, Sightless

As We Walk Through Life, Lifeless

Sitting In The Dark, Lightless

We Need Fight This

Greed Turning Us All Midas

Fuck The Killing

The Huallah Star He Want A Million

So We Can Have A City Filled With Black Owned Buildings

For The Women And Children Until We Grossing A Billion

Mob Mentality Keeping The Funds Like Sicilians

Can You Fell It

Hell Ya Nigga We Did It

The Cyne Rip It

War Committed

Walk It And Live It

Talk It And Shit It

Everyday Life Is So Vivid

Cursing The Senate Cause We Need More Blacks Represented

We Need A New Edition Of Government Politicians

And Policies

Cause The Police Politely Causing Atrocities

High Velocity

Keeping My Bank Full Of Broccoli

Buying All Of Ya Property Until I Have Monopoly

Word

Fathom That

How We Get Back To Self Righteousness

Writing This Made Me Realize

We Blind, Sightless

As We Walk Through Life, Lifeless

Sitting In The Dark, Lightless

We Need Fight This

Greed Turning Us All Midas