THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
http://youtu.be/DgnqtLyoa1o
From me born I knew I was different...
I knew I was lion when they lined us up like sheep...
That my chi was stronger than that as things clicked into place...
Knew that meat was my fodder... That some were destined to be food, that some of my friends would be consumed.
Africa so ingrained in my D.N.A. that the first time you told me a lie I saw right through it.
Showed me a picture of a savage and said he was me... That this is what I came from.
I looked in his eyes and saw the tragedy of our meeting in ancient times... The pain of living on a raped continent.
Showed me pictures of a blond haired blue eyed messiah and told me that by blood rite I was free of my sins... Only if I participated in bathing in his blood like the demon vlad.
Vampires and parasites.
Falling into trances and speaking in tongues as the beat took on a monotone... Dancing puppets on strings pulled by the system Babylon.
I looked to the stars and read the true tale as dropped to me on summer nights... In the dead of winter.
Felt the earth speak to me as I attained velosity and became the mote in the demons eyes.
A lion in a herd of cattle can't hide for long as they shift nervously.
I broke down into my stance as soon as I could stand... The way of the warrior... The way of the teacher... The way of the king.
Lion fall down... Lion get up... Lion try again.
Lions eat meat.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
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