Hidden ways, satanic-like spies, friends in disguise,
You know those evil guys
Sort of medieval-like behavior
Only the tongue is the sword
And the bible
Is nothing but a book you read in between wars
Hear the system clatter and shatter
Breakdown and dissolve
If ain�t broke don�t fix it
If it�s fixed just break it
If you want it, you can have it
If you don�t have it you can grab it
Got a habit, addiction or a complex
Don�t bring it in my high-rise building
Take it to the projects
I got more cloth that is green
I got a guru that can sing
I�m sure I�ll get to heaven faster
Can�t you see I have an office in the sky?
If I die I will fly higher than yall
Cause I gave you bricks to hold you down
And you never caught on!
Those evil guys with deceitful ways
Raise the bar just to play games
Give us monopoly
only for us to dream
that one day we can buy park place
and leave this �this�I don�t know place
with shit on the ground, broken screens and holes in the walls
one day we will finally unify and break down all these bricks
of depression, recession, and barriers of tears
stacked upon, stacked upon, stacked upon �all these years.
I got only one stronghold in my mind
And that�s my mental fist
And I will keep on saying I will win this and I will keep on saying I will win this
And I will keep on fighting until I
Puncture into another realm of forgiveness
Because my plan is to take the mans office and break down his big business
Written by: Roberta M. Rosa
Roro Productions � 2003
