Y’all know the prophecy, it’s biblical; “from hill to hill”nIn between Beacon and Capitol I travel at willnAtop the mount of Crown, send down the edict for the Sea to achieve peacenThe townspeople read it and weepnWe meet in the streets, a foray of glory and hypenRecitin’ stories and arias of warrior typesnAn army of light – recreate the Normandy sitenDeploy, you appreciate the enormity, right?nThis battle hymn of the republic will knock for all my soldiersnThe block, that’s where we focus and plot to overthrow thisnEchelon, send a message to stop takin’ our votenThis has got to be a joke, ‘cause it’s not what we were toldnIs in the promissory note of the draft the forefathers had craftednYour fathers aint mine, boy – I’m a bastardnI grasp a four-fifth in my palm, I got the right to bear armsnY’all keep pushin’ me back, I’m ‘bout to blast itnThe creed is captured in the prose, my flow’s ominousnAnd obviously the reason we rose to prominencenWe’re documenting history here, the end’s nearnThe pen, bomb and grenade; the promenade of sincerenMy folks rush to grab it and mash at full thrustnThe first to have status and pull and hold a flushnFor control they go nuts, yo – we’re rollin’ back to CalinRevivin’ the rush for the gold dustnnnCHORUS 1:nYo we crush the precious metal to dust for distributionnAll you gotta do is breathe to receive the restitutionnUnder pressure we become both gems and grown mennIt’s a jungle sometimes – wonder why I was thrown innWhen my instincts seem to do more harm than goodnIt’s difficult to defend against steel armed with woodnMaybe I was never meant to be a championnI’m standin’ downstream pannin’ for ambition to hand innnnNecessity was the mother of the invention of my characternThe neighborhood good Samaritan holdin’ a DerringernAnd darin’ you to thwart my path or try stoppin’nThe establishment of armistice, this is the dichotomynI gotta see the reconciliation take placenMy offering for the intercession is burnt sage and a Smith & WessonnI’m guessin’ God really needs neithernBut I must if I’m entrusted as my brother’s keepernThe challenge is discerning fam from adversariesnThey move in similar fashion – a real man carries anHeavier load; shoulders and back bowednThe observation is in the simple conversation you holdnnnNow look me in the eye and tell me I’m not worthy of favornThe crop would never pay you if not for all our labornWe’re the spine, twisted to sign dots along the waivernIt’s hot where you gon’ stay, I pray God will be your saviornWhen the fires of propitiation reach the plantationnThirty lashes in the dirty ashes layin’ the abatementnI’m afraid of laughing, ‘cause shortly after I’ll be facin’ the wrathnI ask for mercy though I’m purposely impassionednAnd I’m certain the infraction’s a forgivable offensenWhen the true lord of this land would never quibble over rentnWealth proffiteth no man in his last daysnThese flames will show you what you’re made of… dustnnnCHORUS 2:nYo the dust I was born from is this type, this insight isnHelping me to get right, and I need assistance at timesnBe the admission disguised behind a pseudonymnI hope to find truth in him before these guys do him innAnd what’s a legacy worth next to mined metal, yonMeasure me first – depression, it’s better we worknFor change, not for pennies, if anything the commodity traded is usnFor flakes of gold dust.
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