Killah Priest
Текст песни The Black Rose

(Hook) 2x
I'm the rose and I give this to you
It tears my clothes and this life's so crucial
Prepare the road and this ride's in neutral
Beware of my soul 'cause I'm might just shoot you
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[Killah Priest]
Love and happiness, drunken marriages
Slugs from a ratchet spit
Secrets of the dead when that casket lift
Bullets left the poor bastard stiff
Mix messages, rich heritage, I come form the Hyksos era kid
Six thousand miles through the strong currents
We survive with endurance
Made it through the waves kid
Outrageous, put in cages, slaves for ages
Something out the Bible pages
What made our survival contagious
His tribal, species endangered
The rose put the cuts on his clothes
His petals had fallen in the ghetto
The cries echo, screams of them seeing the Devil
Angels with Saint Paul
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(Hook) 2x
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[Killah Priest]
Is it the seven in the crescent? The G in the compass?
Reverend and his message? It's me in a conflict
Star of David - The Mosque or The Masons?
God or the Atheists? Tomorrow are the ancients
Which way do I go? Which way do I roll?
New age or the old?
Ways of the crow to the grave in the cold
Or to the grave in the soul with the sunrays then I can grow
To the pavement on the road
God dealt wit nations so I deal wit concentration
So deep in conversation
I reap for combination
Read Psalms when I'm shaking
Call moms when I'm aching
The Devil's a liar, the ghetto's on fire
The level is higher and that's why I'm _________-