Dead Gods

Yo, riddle me this: Where do the dead gods go? Were they really real, or is it just for show, are they right there with their worshippers lyin’ in the dirt?

 

Dhul Khalasa, torn down by the last prophet. Tearing’ down temples like I’m hammering this tempo. Resurrect a sect of of paganism, burnin’ sacred scrolls of wisdom just like ganja, or should I say marijuana, Blazin’ street incense on my path to nirvana.

 

The great spirit, with little perseverance. Natives dyin’ off in a blight, a holy smite from the white man and his army of ungodly men. Let us commence in this peace pipe smokin’ at the local park, I’ll tell ya man: This holy water makin’ me feel real parched.

 

European galleons haulin’ off gallons of blood gold, it’s time to make a mold for this holy war stronghold. In the middle east we in the belly of the beast. Osiris workin’ overtime for egyptian hate crimes. Isis on the right with her black flag flyin’ high.

Soul trapped in a terracotta figurine, lookin’ gracious like a young madonna.

So it seems now we gotta sell our souls to a sight foretold on the back of the dolla bill

If it ain’t like I like it I’ll call a drone strike right here from the Mic.

 

Yo, riddle me this: Where do the dead gods go? Were they really real, or is it just for show, are they right there with their worshippers lyin’ in the dirt?

 

Patriot act, now we takin’ it back to the days when the USA always got our way.

Striving for a better way is what we say. The big brother of the world got a temper like a 12 year old girl. The US method: Love your own god, and detest the rest.

The words of Kahlil Gibran are givin’ brawn to the spirit.

Meditation you can hear it resonating deep to your bones, as a hip hop track drops funky undertones. A Hip Hop crack rock? Betty Bowers up in arms, abusin’ her religious persecution

 

Yo, riddle me this: Where do the dead gods go? Were they really real, or is it just for show, are they right there with their worshippers lyin’ in the dirt?

 

Sharia law, stoned to death in the name of allah. Malcolm didn’t stand for this, it’s time to resist the teachings that exist only for power. A man cannot stand havin’ his land taken away. Time to seek a better day, find your own way.

Feel the pulsation of a nation's heart? That the start of new beginnings.

It’s history being made right before my eyes, it’s time to end the lies and step out the dark.

Feel a man’s tears from miles away. Age of info make you paranoid like Indo.