Alone or Illusion

Alone or is it just an allusion
A vision to forward the confusion
Alienated by the people that surround me
I chase demons away hoping to be free
Like
To kick it on the mic and be ill
To bomb shit like I be atomic
I’m chronic give me another gin and tonic
Better make it a double I’m trouble
I was born ready to rumble
So don’t fumble cause I’ll touch down
I’ll create a ground zero, I don’t clown
There is no need to watch your back
cuz I’m full frontal with my explosive attack
I’m like cancer in remission
I’ll fuck you up like the Spanish Inquisition
I’ll skin you alive just to get the truth
I’ll raid your safe just to get the proof
Yo go up against my pistola
I’ll make you bleed like you got Ebola
I’m the third world breakin down your door
Not here for charity but to through you to the floor
And say fuck na my people are dying
We trying to be peaceful but you people a lying
You don’t wanna make this world a better place
Cause you to caught up in your mothafuckin rat race
And all the while you destroying the earth
the great mother that gave us our birth
so that each of us could be free
so that’s why I Emcee right in your face
to make you realize you’re a disgrace
Ask me why I’m so fuckin angry
Let me share the reality within me
I was born in the midst of shit
A life taking fascist dictatorship
My family was forced to flee
From death squads and military
Now I live in a foreign culture
I feel like I’m dyin surrounded by vultures
I’m attacked daily by the Eurocentric elite
By every status quo motha fucka I meet
And believe me it’s not subliminal
Or minimal and don’t blame it on the animal
that lives within us ‘cause even animals cooperate
so let us imagine another world that we can create.
Cuz it’s not to late to change our fate
so lets you and me contemplate
I’m here to shake you, wake you
I’m not here to break you
Words are metaphors to open doors
To climb on to shores and strike chords
With harmonic undertones
to keep from living like drones
while others sit on thrones of bones
of children that drowned due to injustice
That’s why the rhymes are colder than ice
To make you realize the role of the dice
Plays with lives that strive to be free
That shout: YA BASTA,
GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME
So excuse me as I snatch the mic
and relate the plight of those without rights
Free yourself from the privileged life
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