Double crossed at the Equator
the sun kissed my hyde, Black Man born with a tan, and tongue kissed by God, while bathing in her beams living daymares where dreams are mere scenes, to scare fear, you can hear clear thru the screams, the sound acts like a soundtrack, and pounds back thru the theme, which remains instrumental... when the truth is unheard, and you can hum along until you learn the words, the melody's comprised of facts conceiled in lies, more complicated then you're lead you to think, can only be read with lead or ink, so my pen bled, to reveal the contents of mens heads, like gray matter, display data, fluent to every nation, transmitted to every station, so nothing's loss in translation my culture is pregnate with a bastard child, she birth niggaz wit attitudes and girls gone wild, some say she was raped while hooking for cash, by black thugs in the ghetto and poor white trash, behold the irony cause it's not a joke, spittas get paid while hip hop is broke,she was incest molested and forced to turn tricks, perverted lust manifested plus she was born sick, her spirits almighty, but who could predict, she'd grow when replanted in mortar and brick, like a mutated virus metamorphed from osiris only pyramids and concrete jungles divide us, don't believe what I say---- the D.N.A still inside us, but some kids go astray when they don't know their father.Only GOD can guide us.