[Killah Priest]
What's the deal god
I heard some old bad news about Killah Priest
You know out here right now it's madness, things going on, word
Niggaz dying, they started shootin up a lotta cops, youknowI'msayin
It's madness that's goin on in the world today
So what I've gotta do is open up my mind
And then try to, you know, take it from there where I can build
YouknowI'msayin?
Cause ain't nobody gonna, nobody gonna look out for me you know?
It's the end of the road
It's like a red moon over Tibet
I found a star
I found a star
I found a star
Where do we go from here
After the storm is clear
Where do we go from here
After the storm is clear
[Killah Priest]
Theory of the twelve monkeys, left in this cold war hungry
We kill over blood money, the cops seem to think it's funny
We murder over pennys and crumbs
Plenty of guns crammed in the city slums
The man pity none for this next millenium
Kids starvin, when they breath you can see they kidneys and lungs
They left blind, skinny and dumb, sight's far from a pretty one
Prayin to God, when will He come?
But half of my crew is atheists, while the other half's waitin on a spaceship
I can't take it, screamin life is what you make it
So called fake friends, they all snakes in the end
Tryin to hide they face, tryin to blend
One mistake I see them grin
Tryin to say we of the same king cause we have the same skin
I live amongst the unholy, we all role weed thick as Jamaican rollies
Until the Lord scold me and told me
You'll be my next Moses, go save the hopeless and homeless
With eviction notice arrive like the infant Joseph
With a grudge to Ceasar, like the blood of Jesus
I told the judge they don't love us, we don't love em either
My sword'll drink the blood of an unbeliever
My sword'll drink the blood of an unbeliever
My sword'll drink the blood of an unbeliever
My sword'll drink the blood of an unbeliever
(Where do we go from here) Where do we go from here
(After the storm has cleared) After that storm has cleared
(Where do we go from here) Like nights over Tibet
(After the storm has cleared)
My home is where the psycho raise, spendin long nights and cold days
Inside a bible cage, is it the curse of a bible plague?
Welcome to the cyberage
The air's burnin like a microwave
The holy lands seems miles away
I pour out some Alize beneath the skies cause the clouds are gray
Jackals pile graves of the older slaves
Reptiles a-raise from out the caves they invade
The dirt under my nails got a story to tell
I wrestle with angels like Michael L., spendin nights in jail
Beneath the hell's dungeon, with the drunkest tounge kids
We all hunted and unwanted
Forgotten city where the air stays hot and misty
I see crack fiends with rotten titties
Twist the top off of whisky, each block is risky
That's why my shots empty til the cops come and get me
I stay in green camouflage, I see camels on Mars
Already stars, scannin our cars, world famine at large
They got us trapped like Shatrak and Meeshaak and the billy goat
I'm lookin for the city of gold, I pity the soul
They take humans and start brandin em like food cans
It's like the six points of a hexagram
Resembles the sex of man, worn by children in Bethlehem
I dropped the tech out my hand, dropped to the Earth caressed the sand
Yes I understand now, I heard a voice say come hither
I walk while others slither, lead me to my father's river
(Where do we go from here) Where do we go
(After the storm has cleared) Beneath the red moon, skies move
(Where do we go from here) Where do we go from here
(After the storm has cleared) After the storm is clear
(Where do we go, where do we go) The bounded land is desolate
(After the storm has cleared, after the storm has cleared)
We love amongst the less infectionate and the separatist
(Where do we go from here, where do we go
After the storm has cleared, after the storm has cleared)
Travel at the end of the road, lookin for the gold
(Where do we go, from here, from here
After the storm has cleared)
It's like that
(Where do we go from here)
Honesty, love, peace and happiness
(After the storm has cleared)