every saint has a past and every sinner has a future
given in words of an everyman, scholar, a delinquent and a loser
part of a long lost prophecy; my medium the power of words
observing long distance like snipers in war-inflicted suburbs
i might be stubborn but i know life's simply a guide
directing its servants to hell and back im just there for the ride
until the day that lambs turn into lions
break all leashes, stop the violence and break the silence
but the gods are afraid
of the day
when the power they hold suddenly disappears
backed into a corner like the end of ocean piers
issued with an ultimatum, their servants opened third eyes
faced with the toughest decisions of their unnatural lives;
the choices we make today determine our future
into dying in true peace, or living among devilish lucifers
inspired by: Immortal Technique, no beat... for now
Peace and love every-one,
-Chino