(feat. Killah Priest)

They put truth and love on the plate and we ate hate

Then the lord tried to kill me so I changed faith
I spit grimace faced cause I'm sick of the taste
Clench my fists to my hips cause I'm sick of the waste

Where did our souls go, were they just misplaced?
Permanent vacations or eternal disgrace?
Don't act like you care about what happens to culture

You're just another money, cash, ho, rappin to vultures
I wish the Y2K bug actually happened
Shut the whole thing down cause we ain't actually rappin

The 21st First century can suck my clock
Getting stoned too much, we can't duck the rocks
Never ride bandwagon, I just buck the jock

I've already started walking guy, $#&@ the talk
Stalwart, you can bet I never drop the mic
Increase the peace but never stop the fight


Where did all the people go?
When did all these evils grow?

How do I retrieve my soul?
And stop walking the line


Stalwart, part gentleman and part Neanderthal
Anni brought his angry heart to answer y'all
They say to ask a question is to break the spell

But they say doubt the Lord and go straight to hell
My Mother always said never lay down and die
My Father always told me to let %#@! slide

An eye for an eye or turn the cheek?
Give medals to the strong and burn the weak
Little (*##$ get filthy rich like Soylent Green

Means people not evil, just spoiled by greed
Had morals to protect but didn't guard that %#@!
It's like we dropped all our scruples in the Sarlack pit

We're Han Solo blind when we're blocking the signs
Teetering, teetering, we're walking the line
The Man in Black told me to sing %#@! loudly

Johnny Cash rules everything around me

Where did all the people go?

When did all these evils grow?
How do I retrieve my soul?
And stop walking the line

Stop walking the line
Stop walking the line


The lady of judgment
Is standing above us
So pick your feet Poughkeepsie and say why don't she love us?


Killah Priest:
Live and death is like a carnival, the cemetaries

Ain't nobody left that's honorable, they've all been buried
The chronicles from Mohammed's schools of Gods, they vary
Black people all been promised jewels we lost already

My cross is heavy, I carry it, this is my burden
Look at the sky, see chariots while the Earth is just turning
Words are determined from the birth of person

I'm so hurting, soul searching, go to the liquor store can I get some more
Villages, robbers, religions, billions of dollars
Nat Turners, Geronimos, Patsy Jerner

Truth with burners, all the chaos that the youth emerge from
Know what I mean? Annakin Slayd, Killah Priest
We back from the grave


Where did all the people go?
When did all these evils grow?

How do I retrieve my soul?
And stop walking the line
Stop walking the line

Stop walking the line