My intellectual battle will make your brains rattle, til no man is left in the saddle, see behind it all, there is a snake with the apple, that have us fighting our fate in the shadows, with a broken arm, in a broken barn, feeding the raging cattle... basically, I'm down to build, but I stay ready for battle, because this system stay ready to slaughter us in a useless matter, as we quarrel with the devil and the barrel, let's bomb their castle, and set fire into the chapel, think of how snug it'll be underneath our flannel when it's just you and me and the English channel, "Can you not see that there's a new kind of dedication that you can find down the tunnel, as I'm changing the station, why our future fall down around our ankles, eating civilization, like we are still longing for the old plantation, free frustrations, in our minds and souls, quiet storm water in instant gratification, for this new generation, without communication, so there is no proper education, through so much information for the next generation, as this system continue to control and rule the population, praising Him, Jesus, the light of salvation, as they spread the word over the nation, on the eve of imitation, as we continue to walk our children down the road of this new creation, through wicked tribulations, as I watch the mistakes of each generation fade like a radio station, this is my prediction as they inject us with the seed of emasculation... Emasculation... Written by Sa Ra Safari Messiah Kamau