In the battle of tree or cross
Pitched a tint amongst the lost
In the mist of true and false
Among those who paid the cost
Those who paved the way
The ones who could have left
But they chose to stay
To lead the way
To save the day
Set the captives free
Hostage in bondage
Make you pay ransom
Lead you to destruction
Like Manson
I’m an escapee but not a
Convict
On the run an armed
Suspect
Armed with a poets
Gun
Loaded with ambition
On an abolitionist
Mission
With an arsenal of
Weapons
For those who are
Injected
With Slave mentality
I got the antidote
With me
Cut you from a
Tree
Subliminally
This is write out
Poetry
Innuendos can you
See out
With two dotted
Eyes
In vision makes a blind
Decision
When I wake up I do a lot of
Pushups
So when I fall I know
How to get up