What Now...Have Faith

All praise is due to Allah Only the mistakes are mine X marks the spot, look it up There's treasure in that line Funny how I been growing less bitter In these little lights of lime You See Momma arose from the concrete So only fair I'm a rose from the concrete Cherish me, cherish me Don't do me like you did cherokees I seen too many children follow the trails of their mothers tears Many years This world's evil Made me live in fear? Let this album give you life Scrape Suicide's veneer I gamble With chips of my shoulder Perks of growing older I'm your favourite Mellow schizoid. l All in, double down Might hit 21 now Jacking blackness back from these Games of blackjack I hit the track Double back Hit the spliff Pick my sword up For it is indeed the pen This what Eve heard When she bit the apple Original sin Never intimidated Never recreated Fuck appeasement If five people resonate with this album Nigga I MADE IT I love you from the depths of my soul My mother used to point at me and Say that you are art I'm a living affirmation of her heart My idols died of suicide or drugs that deride So I'm trying to do before life becomes a do or die You can try to scry my third eye but it's Futile like the quest for Y Apparitions of my paranoia given life Hollow grave seems to cut the knife Empty corridors in my mind Dented armour disfiguring neon signs. To the messenger all bullets fly Black shrapnel lodged in the empty Venue of the white spine He who is without sin cast the first stone But for the rest of us I told you on the first track you are not alone Michael Collins and Huey Newton Both Died August 22nd I think about that every second second Do the unity of numbers reflect the fact That we equal The symmetry of value Is this the cycle that deceives you What does mean to be black and Irish Does mean I see pan African flag on the Ear of my hair stylist Does mean I'm used to British violence To troubled times Is it family or famine You see Things Fall Apart when Hustling under the Plough & Stars Ok-see That last line a reference to the men that authored the story I'm trying to make history Shine like yellow Suns I don't need an oracle To tell me that I'm the one