March Of Death

I was born the voice of a riot, a storm

lightening the function, the form, far from the norm

I won't follow like cattle, I'm more like the catalyst

calm in the mix of battle

who let the cowboy on the saddle? he don't know a

missile from a gavel:

para terror troopin flippin loops of death upon innocent flesh

but I'm back in the cipher my foes and friends, with a verse and

a pen

against a line I won't toe or defend, instead I curse at

murderous men

in suits of professionals who act like animals

this man child, ruthless and wild

who gonna chain this beast back on the leash?

this Texas furor, for sure a, compassionless con who

serve a, lethal needle to the poor, the cure for crime is

murder?

on the left, left, right, left

but it's just a march o death

I read the news today, oh boy, a snap shot of a midnight ploy

vexed and powerless, devoured my hours I'm motionless with no

rest

'cause a scream now holds the sky, under another high-tech

driveby

a lie is a lie this God is an eagle or a condor for war nothing

more

Islam peace, Islam stare into my eye brother please off our

knees

to beef now we feed their disease, interlocked our hands across

seas

what is a flag but a shroud out loud, and outside my window is a

faceless crowd

'cause a cowering child just took her last breath, one snare in

the march of death

on the left, left, right, left

but it's just a march o death

Here it comes the sound of terror from above

he flex his Texas twisted tongue

the poor lined up to kill in desert slums

for oil that burn beneath the desert sun

now we spit flame to flip this game

we are his targets taking aim

we're the targets taking aim

all his targets are taking aim