Текст песни What Now...Have Faith - IIIA

All praise is due to Allah
Only the mistakes are mine
X marks the spot, look it up
There's treasure in that line
Funny how
I been growing less bitter
In these little lights of lime
You See
Momma arose from the concrete
So only fair
I'm a rose from the concrete
Cherish me, cherish me
Don't do me like you did cherokees
I seen too many children follow the trails of their mothers tears
Many years
This world's evil
Made me live in fear?
Let this album give you life
Scrape Suicide's veneer
I gamble
With chips of my shoulder
Perks of growing older
I'm your favourite
Mellow schizoid. l
All in, double down
Might hit 21 now
Jacking blackness back from these Games of blackjack
I hit the track
Double back
Hit the spliff
Pick my sword up
For it is indeed the pen
This what Eve heard
When she bit the apple
Original sin
Never intimidated
Never recreated
Fuck appeasement
If five people resonate with this album
Nigga I MADE IT
I love you from the depths of my soul
My mother used to point at me and
Say that you are art
I'm a living affirmation of her heart
My idols died of suicide or drugs that deride
So I'm trying to do before life becomes a do or die
You can try to scry my third eye but it's Futile like the quest for Y
Apparitions of my paranoia given life
Hollow grave seems to cut the knife
Empty corridors in my mind
Dented armour disfiguring neon signs.
To the messenger all bullets fly
Black shrapnel lodged in the empty
Venue of the white spine
He who is without sin cast the first stone
But for the rest of us
I told you on the first track you are not alone

Michael Collins and Huey Newton
Both Died August 22nd
I think about that every second second
Do the unity of numbers reflect the fact That we equal
The symmetry of value
Is this the cycle that deceives you
What does mean to be black and Irish
Does mean I see pan African flag on the Ear of my hair stylist
Does mean I'm used to British violence
To troubled times
Is it family or famine
You see
Things Fall Apart when
Hustling under the Plough & Stars Ok-see
That last line a reference to the men that authored the story
I'm trying to make history
Shine like yellow Suns
I don't need an oracle
To tell me that I'm the one