children crying

i been bothered since the days in the womb,
listenin to our fathers crying out from the tomb,
"sons of slaves, from our graves we must teach you,
to know your fate, so let ours words reach you.
life is your right, your pact as descendants,
to stand up and fight and exact our vengeance,
so go take the night...", muthafuck! i got penchants
for bringing beef, so god made this my penance.
three bloody mary's and a loaded rifle,
end your misery like the bad disciple,
you judas bitches!
you selling souls for thirty pieces of silver!
get bullet holes from dirty pieces of lead,
leave me in peace to contemplate and to filter,
these heavy thoughts that resonate in my head.

[think cilvaringz "war and peace" instrumental]