Satan Worshippers

Underground Caper

Everyone say I can write...but my words are in a fight with life to do what's right...yet, these burning tears are blinding my sight like the sun is in flight as darkness rage against the dying of light with a carving knife in the time of strife... where they have murdered my father and raped his wife...

Is there a conspiracy to life or are my thoughts like Picasso, and I can't get this painting right, as reality guide my hands to write through the rain, as tears fall on each letter I write like my pain is a long distance train burning through my brain...

I am a passenger in chains running through the shadows of flames crying tears of flames with an honorable aim to change the ways of these corporate games, Who hide behind three different names, invisible to man... and the investigation found that they are very fond of adopting fame and erasing names, that has me sitting in this cage like a picture frame... with mental flames and a pistol brain...who sit in histor...

Words of Sins

Their words hit me like a bullwhip, the lashes feels like a full clip, and each bullet hit me mentally, and it feels like Satan sent for me... this symphony feels like a forest breeze in these horror dreams... screams of the reality scene of wicked seeds that bleed in the night air of this nightmare...pray after pray of unanswered prayers leaves us with grey hairs, content with split affairs in the poverty of hope and fears, where mindless substance of dark affairs has curse us throughout the years, that leaves us poor with financial affairs while millionaires becomes head of state...now the peace is made at the foes rate of a needy fate, and I just translate old helmets that's out dated but operate under a negro faith, and we can debate, but I value my quietness at a price too great to overweight my greatness...so everyday I'm sedated by haters who has divided the estate at the pearly gates through the eyes of a needle on the camel's back as they attack all that's Black...who sh...

Signify Lies

I lay down where the convict's sleep, as these signifying people curse me like mad cow beef, with bloodstained teeth, I live through this grief, where they tortured me with their evil ways, too evil to repeat, but they repent and repeat like music on the sheet, their sins are whispered through their teeth, as they design this world to see the savage of the youth repeat like loose numbers wilding in the streets of America, on the eve of our defeat as we knee at old master's feet, that have us living in America with memories of the old oak tree, like steel in the furnace heat, desperately, strong and resistless, throttled by fear and defeat, yet we are the blessings of treasures, that they glut like meat, they cut us like the yellow wheat more yellow than their teeth, as a thousand Africans die in a hundred degree heat, we are left with nothing to eat, in the gutters as we live through life's cycle, and it's endless repeat like the stink of the street, yet we haven't changed, like ...

Hennessy

We are driven by our own insecurity, that's buried deep in our reality that's more complex than our own inferiority of immaturity, so we barely see her as she never see me, channels of identity is expanding through the TV's, so we never question our own identity, because we are all part of a manifest destiny, suspects with predatory tendency, who sleep with corporate enemies, as they tunnel vision to the hearts of our worst enemy, true identity, as we take our love and turn it into obscenity, too many times we see the fog in the clarity, but at the end of the day, there's no denying your own complexity, we already understand this reality, the resemblance doesn't make it hard to see that it's not just a random similarity, as our bodies are torn in search of security, the scars shows us our open thirst for ecstasy, because our future lives in mankind's entity, our lives lies in our hands, and together we must face this reality, a ruined world of lost identity, through technological...

Uncertain Possession

The outcome is uncertain, at the edge of a disaster future, where we dropped out of classes to attend our own funeral, never to realize the importance of an education, now we are classified as a ghetto bastard, our minds are misled by criminal pastors, as they sit behind the pulpit half plastered, like every fortress has been conquered and mastered in this chaos, where we are led by others standards, struggling with unquestionably answers, as heartbreak bleed in our lungs like cancer, at a time when no one have any answers, so we get pissed off and mad like Bruce Banner, surgeries, our women have been tampered, as these wicked ways light up in our heads like a lantern, this way of living is hazardous, as our inner self shatter, as we watch the world through Fargo's fizzy glasses, scratching our heads for answers to questions, this predicaments are merely lessons, blessings and confessions, seasons of expressions has became the pride of our possessions, as we selling false impress...

Satan Worshippers

Everybody want to be the goat, some say it's the greatest, but it's the greatest trick the devil pull among these babies who minds are deadly like rabies, where we have been infected by a deadly disease, viruses that spread like fleas as we lose our sights through all their degrees, with moving lips and bended knees, but silently, as we sail the seas sinking like the Titanic, as the moonlight soaked the branches, while the wind blow hard enough to sway the trees...I watch my people lay back and claim defeat, chapters read and lessons learned, I turn the lights off to watch America burn from the pistol machine as images of our life hangs between dreams, and though these naked words might be mean, may ye see the truth in between shadows of darkness and sunlight of sheen, through shades of deep embattled clouds unseen, where father's supposed to be nobleman and mother's a queen, but all I see is fiends through the masses flood of drugs, now, it's a king for a king and a queen for a ...

Battleground Of Misery

I can't sleep again tonight, it's like my thoughts are running away into the night, now it's not easy to tell what's wrong from right in the blinking stardust of a pale blue light, maybe it's the darkness that fill the night that has put all men and women in a fright, drunken or sober in the morning as roses first came red, and lilies became white, in a country of wasted honour and streets of lost delight, before the sinking of the moon, which is the night of night, as I leap out of the night like snakes of lightning twisting and white, I fight like the lion of thunder, because for to long I've been angry with God for not making things right, as we live under weak Dukes and false Knights, with fairy tales writes and snake bites, this is what I call an appetite, why the dog bark and the fleas bite, now men wear jeans tight like the season right, but this stinks to holy heights, where the human race can barely move, this is a case of denied human Rights, yet, folks march for civil ...

Escape

"Have you ever been trapped? Lost in your own body? Lost in your own mind? Lost in time?" So desperate to escape this defiling and disfigured shape, as I hang like a cord from the drapes like crime tape as I watch society stacked up like sardines, like this was the planet of the apes, why this landscape is being raped, our privacy is raked, bruised and scraped, so take this stake and end my life as I fake my death and escaped myself as I hold this chain of events that I must break, but I'm not that eager to make a mistake as I move among these snakes, running right toward more headaches, more heartaches, my heart ache with each untruth, with each mistake, as I learned that time and youth don't wait, and that sometimes a saviour might come too late... Escape. Written by Sa Ra Safari Messiah Kamau