| When the darkness falls and your light gets dim, give the starseed a call for
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| some bright vision
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| We were born in the black, before life stepped in. Told us that the whites were
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| more righteous men
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| That was it for the gods. |
| Put the chokehold on 'em, movement on pause and thus
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| began the fall
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| Or was it Autumn? |
| Cause that’s when the green turned brown, and the trees
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| started dropping leaves towards the ground
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| Secrt scrolls, fingertips pierced by th thorn of a rose, fresh blood for they
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| souls
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| Behold — the pale horse from the road, with Death on the reins with a pocket
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| full of gold
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| The same men that sat down and broke bread, stabbed their elders in the backs
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| 'til the rivers ran red
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| And thus began the saga of immortals turned men. |
| Who would outlast the other,
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| strike the balance and win?
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| Gods to mortals, mortals to gods
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| Came through a portal to the earth from the stars
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| Battle was fought, soldiers riddled with scars
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| Till the queen came and healed them with these powerful bars
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| Gods to mortals, mortals to gods
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| Came through a portal to the earth from the stars
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| Battle was fought, soldiers riddled with scars
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| Till the queen came and healed them with these powerful bars
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| Grey skies prevailed over sunlight then. |
| Purple hearts marked the chest bones
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| of valiant men
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| For those who fought brilliantly, a legend was formed. |
| Word got around a rebel
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| was allegedly born
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| Trouble was brewing, bubbling hot in steel cauldrons. |
| Bounty hunters gunning
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| for triple six carbons
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| Freedom fighters on the lam, them trap boys and daughters of the dust in the
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| streets going ham
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| Foolish desperation was a popular brand. |
| Streets flooded from the overworked
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| ocular glands
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| Blood rituals manipulated, mystical man, putting slaves on their knees to a
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| mythical man
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| The world was ruled by a more reptilian hand. |
| Full power in exchange for the
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| techno advance
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| Now it seemed that the children had hardly a chance. |
| But alas here she was in
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| the tiger head stance
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| Gods to mortals, mortals to gods
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| Came through a portal to the earth from the stars
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| Battle was fought, soldiers riddled with scars
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| Till the queen came and healed them with these powerful bars
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| Gods to mortals, mortals to gods
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| Came through a portal to the earth from the stars
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| Battle was fought, soldiers riddled with scars
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| Till the queen came and healed them with these powerful bars
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| They started talking, wait a minute who dat?
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| Her voice made the earth start shaking, how she do that?
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| We never heard one cleverly balance treble and bass, voice smooth,
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| spit hard kinda like leather and lace
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| Straight up. |
| This is the end of times, can’t you see the street hot?
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| They murking soldiers all the way from Tennessee to t dot
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| On the run, wearing out the soles of our Reeboks
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| All because the devil wanna murder off what he not
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| Doomsday scriptures, half cocked predictions, dynamiting fault lines,
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| quakes off the Richter
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| Dark matter rap, Battlestar Galactica, Asiatic black incantations from Afrika
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| We need those plus the lost DNA codes, to unlock them meridians and third eye
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| chakras
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| So she stepped forth, began to chant oms, watched the wretched of the earth
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| rise up in the rapture |