Thursday, January 1, 2009

God Time

Im on god time, hour minute and seconds
Its true I tote guns but knowledge is the weapon
Mentally there's no recession
My wisdom overstand I aint heading for depression
Its in the hearts of man
Though we still eating from the land
Society don't appreciate they want to mess round with the master plan
Negotiating with the tool in hand
I got to eat by any means so they say that I'm a hooligan
I got to do just what's necesarry
Even if that means going for the cream
Make the situation scary
They want to leave me out on a prairie
In cellblock waiting for the government to feed me
They want to clone my soul
Invest my name in gold
A pimp once said G,
The game is to be sold not told
It doesn't matter what they asking
They don't want to know
Only time they hear you talking
When you showing dough
No need for speaking it
Math always be infinite
Sigo Joseliando till I lay in it:..



Sincerely,
Black Jesus