Division

Grown over the years to be a Miraculous Man,

I'm proof of the divine cuz I've survived this Cancerous Land,

I breathe this polluted air and hear the Ravishing Clans,

That Clash with Tact, satisfy their insecurity that are Everlastin Intact,

And yet fight for security like the Nazareth Band,

That go [Hand in Hand] with a Pacifist's Plan,

Then anger is born and Fashioned in the Fascist's Sham,

Demagogues that Bash and Cram thoughts of Banishin Lads,

From their Shacks, and we start to feel Tattered and Trap,

As a Matter of Fact we all notice the force of the Master's Attack,

With closed eyes confront him in this Labyrinth to Ask,

If we're going the right way or Baskin to Masks,

Maintaining our height or Crashin in Mass,

Brothers in a divide move with Mannequin Hands,

Listening to the voice of reason or Baphomet's Laugh,

They are pulled but never pull the Elaborate Gats,

Pulled to their homes where the Panic Vanishes At Last,

The Rashes Have Passed, no one's comin to start Stabbin Their Backs,

Got out of the game and began [Havin a Blast],

Enjoyin the life free of chains and Dramatic Impact,

Because now life is a Balancin Act instead of hanging on the Balance of Acts,