In the third letter of the alphabet is where I reside...
Where golden arches and sand castle exist...
As I confirm my search...
A hourglass contained with screaming souls surround me...
Like this...
This...
Political imprisonment...
This asphalt killing field exist right on the other side of my imagination...
Now the commissioner of Gotham noticed me serving a lifetime sentence...
Under a siege and search procedure and with the Imperial Courts and the Nickerson Gardens on post...
The halls of justice have just denounce and a kingdom filled with political busters...
Who wrote me off Cuzz...
Because I wouldn't support Apartheid...
And as I reflect upon my ancestor's not receiving a measly forty acres and a mule...
Fool I want to duel with the sheriff of Nottingham...
Just to make a drug free trade campaign festible ...
Who signed my muthafucka name of the declaration of independence with the blood of Apartheid running through the rivers of Ethiopia and through the shores of adultery...
While the sweet tooth of greed scalp Indian Descendant and made the Spanish Inquisition to live once again through me...
Like a Political Pillar Joseph Laroche boarded the Titanic never to be mentioned as a Black Man that's why I cry....