The building collapsed when I was insideWas it a hurricane, tornado or tidal wave?Maybe a jet driven non-infidel slaveEyes wide open, mouths agape, in a dark, dank cave
Oh damn, what in the hell am I thinkin'I'm still alive, surrounded by scrapsOf the living and the dead, everywhereBut how could I see in the black darkness?
A miracle? Or was I dead? No, I'm alive!I was alive, living in a murdered buildingI didn't know then what I know now, jiveNow, A or H fissionary, fusionary, neutronic bling bling
It is not about God or Ala or the pleromaDiscuss this, property ownership and materialThe matter, the source of dispute in a comaPut your head on the choppin' block pal
The sneaky get the job done, in every caseThe soft underbelly of the freemen is targetedBy the girlymen who want what they believeIs their property, endowed by their destructive creator
What? What? Mo was a fierce warrior?The Nazarene turned his cheek to even the score?One would kill, one would be killedThe followers, like lemmings follow, soon chilled.
- - Anoni Muss http://www.barackhusseinobama.com/