Where's the devil who's plottin seeds of doomsday,
Who's fools stay assistin for his system to rule ways,
Moral strays reveal the dollar bill is his tool so they,
Parlay their innocence for cents consentin Judas's play,
So wheres the devil or wheres d' evil generated from,
The men who flare eagles or the man who made the gun,
Could the problem descend from those elected vagabonds,(vaga-bunds)
Who make our sons express their malice under foreign suns,
The more it sums from core leaders implorin forceful action,
The murderous tongues underscorin men of wars subtractions,
Could that evil be a fraction from this devils list of tactics,
Shouldn't we have seen real scenes for these military theatrics,
From Koreas ashes to Vietnams pointless clashes I ask this,
Did freedom told to masses act as what capitalisms masked with,
Look around and view the past shit most towns are slashed with,
Those found in caskets for social brackets the army drafts with,
Poor schools mean military enhancement in soldiers to bash with,
"Them poor bastards never knew how to tune their bandwidths(devilspeaking)
Sad this operation's one translation of evil strokes,
The cold calculations amputatin the peoples hopes,
Beware the demon(pause)The heat is reachin(pause)His greed is seekin,
Futures bleak when(pause)The air is freezin(pause)suffocatin reason(pause)
The cold's invaded the immortal soul -negated 3rd eyes role,
The choke hold diverted blessings lessons from holy scrolls,
Lord knows what's foretold when blows flow from malice,
Devilish tasks erodes our pillars then crumbles the palace,
Lose the rumble of master of mind of moral of mission,
Choose the tumble of ego of pride of satan of dissension,
Not religion just decisions we enforce on the daily,
But never source the intentions that displaces lives on the daily,
These times aint nearly the age or days of enlightenment,
Slave-minded establishments gainin control with each tick,
Beseech the tricks the traps the treachery at greeds root,
Seek the triumph the trophy of illseeds trumped by the truth,
Few get past the stories of glory showin we how he rhyme tight,
Slueth the design of your spine and find if your mind's right....
Freedom is a choice....Revolution is a path.....