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kris Lo
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December 02, 2004
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Lyrics
the begining has ended
the finish is pending
speak your opinions
and get the masses offended
offenses put up
critics stuck up
acting like their head's up their butt
but i cut heads off like it's that time of the month
oh my bad, let me clear this a little
what i meant was,
cut off . . .refrain from
heads. . .dick
time of the month. . .when i'm menstruating
you can't perceive my words so i can't speak knowledge
you're not smart just because you have a bachelors from college
you're not paid just because you on the block frontin & ballin
how appalling to put us in comparison
sentence is, you, as a fugitive like harrison
i'm the epitome like ken swift
except poetry's my gift
and it only takes two words or two lines
two verses or two rhymes to switch opinions
from too square or too liberal into mine
i make graffiti rock like henry chalfant
i breathe hiphop every second i walk
or speak, it takes more than low blows
to place a knockout on me
revelations of a higher nation beyond american seas
or lands of europeans past african deities
don't reach american youth it's only grief that we examining
and reading off our mother's faces
in contemplation to father's changes in attitudes
afters jobs lost without any gratitude
a crack baby left without a grasp of aptitude
and that's my brother
but he survived the struggle
learned the difference between black & white
since before there was a metaphor between wizards & muggles
upper class or lower class we're all the same
we live for strength and power
but many times die in vain
karma carries out
the vengeance equals pain
the good ones never receive the accolades they should gain
in turn the devil light's their might & will with a Phoenix flame
when the ashes are reborn into a human chain
of highs and lows medicated by xanax
friendly foes eradicated by anthrax
in the country in which we hold the american dream
because life itself is a nightmare from which we can never be freed
even in death our soul is passed on to the new breed
copyright 2004 kristina lopez
