Lyrics: LANDMARQUE
Music: LANDMARQUE
They said the lord is coming/
But it's been 2000 years/
A shadow of ghost,a shade of a cloak or veneer/
now i'm following the chorus of a crowd of the mutineers /
the leader of the pack, is a stooge and a puppeteer/
The feeder of the lack, the vipers and the profiteers/
Career financiers/
Shape shifters and Racketeers/
heard a child recite the the words of a killer’s prayer/
blame the children being the victims to the marketeers/
It's a strange how a drug dealer’s richer than a pastor/
The church scolding the woman holding the alabaster/
The poor are told wait, wait for the life after/
the rich dying in laughter/
the style of a ringmaster/
Every man got a capability of being a bastard/
until they figure out. why they’re not inside of a casket/
one is divine spirit pilot a kamikaze/
ones bureaucrats decide to bomb on Nagasaki
They said Kanye aint worthy to represent the faith/
kinda naive, cause everybody's sin takes the cake /
and it seems kinda strange how everybody’s got a stake /
saying the world gonna end/
Theorizers got the shakes/
I'm trying to see the full colour spectrum of the lune/
im casting dice for a lot, in middle on noon/
The fate for the cause of history when they raid a tomb/
dejavu like something i've seen on my radar loom/
still figuring out what itis i gotta do now/
feel like stranger like arriving in a new town/
where streets Colder than dry ice/
Supplier’s price/
Life is cheap/
But when a martyr dies for you/
That's higher price/
i Feel kinda heavy something needed to carry me/
still got a penny from a thought that burnt a calorie/
I’ve found something, but it took something away again/
a trade that hit hard, like a needle in the vein/
(Have you) Seen how everybody lower’s (their) expectations?/
(Saying) Nothing good came from anything without an education?/
that axis of a hatred, built on segregation/
second guessing everything, nobody’s celebrating/
My time is ancient, before Favre-Leuba/
Im gonna stand Towering like the basilicas over Bruges!
I'm afro future/
Zambian space program /
the source of the worlds riches the politics of Coltan/
Rare blue gold of the Congo/
Sifted with bare hands making the world connect/
From here to Chicago/
Morocco to Moscow/
Santiago to Toronto/
From the belly of Africa /
Spread like the gospel/
Let the sun-man speak again Herman Poole Blauant/
a tour out of the body, ancient well, memory of the haunt/
poured like the water in a baptismal font/
a savant of a different kind, music for commandants/
It's the time for the reckoning!
The soul needs a home/
but the silence is deafening/
And pain is a megaphone/
Rousing a deaf world.\
Cause its people are tethered/
The start of the next world/
In search for the remnants/
It should be the same old ordinary people/
Who beheaded the beast in the jungle as the heroes/
that picture changed when money and power are the ego/
a land of the people is place, where debris’ thrown/
The stench of Wasted human potential/
that stays on lingering, Follow a vicious cycle/
Injury festering/
Known malicious title/
noise pestering /
And spinning in a downward spiral/
I Hitched a ride, the driver said to me that we must suffer/
Can't be cruising at an altitude chaperoned like butler/
I said damn!
That's kinda hard to accept/
That anything can happen/
In the line, you could be next/
We gon’ figure this out…
Tell My people we gon’ figure this out...
We gon’ figure this out...