Ladi, Justin King, Blakk Mambo, Preach the Poet - Group Nameless 1 Lyrics

She sat in the sun waiting for a martyr to meet her there
She said hold our breath
You know dandelions don't have smells but I'll Show you how to breath
She, stole the devil, dumped him on our front door step said I found god
Said we have to raise him, So I cultivated the seed
I sat listening to the baby serpent, sitting around an apple
Stuffing my ears full of ginger wheat, and lavender
Lazarus rose with a bouquet of Lilacs
We both couldn't fit our funeral suits
My pants were too short
His tie was long enough to lock around a limb of his own insecurities
We both weeped the second time he died
They never believed you could die again
They never believed in our love wars
Sword with our oppressors blood splattered like Glitter in Morgue lights
My hero's names be carved in our shields
Your last sight be Huey With Hampton right behind him
Malcolm grandson ashes, sitting in our foot heels
Stomping on the devils head, For that's what god said in red
The red man said that I was familiar
Said he aw me at all the other family reunions
Said all of us melinated people came to this foreign land on ships and in chains
But mines was just post dated so they traded my Navajo feather
For a Nigerian bead
Potawatomi
Illinoi
Chicagua
Little nappy head Chicago boy be lost in a stream as we lose Jean-Micheals drunken love in Warhols stripes

She sat in the sun waiting for a martyr to meet her there
She said hold our breath
You know dandelions don't have smells but I'll Show you how to breath
She, stole the devil, dumped him on our front door step said I found god
Said we have to raise him, So I cultivated the seed
I sat listening to the baby serpent, sitting around an apple
Stuffing my ears full of ginger wheat, and lavender
Lazarus rose with a bouquet of Lilacs
We both couldn't fit our funeral suits
My pants were too short
His tie was long enough to lock around a limb of his own insecurities
We both weeped the second time he died
They never believed you could die again
They never believed in our love wars
Sword with our oppressors blood splattered like Glitter in Morgue lights
My hero's names be carved in our shields
Your last sight be Huey With Hampton right behind him
Malcolm grandson ashes, sitting in our foot heels
Stomping on the devils head, For that's what god said in red
The red man said that I was familiar
Said he aw me at all the other family reunions
Said all of us melinated people came to this foreign land on ships and in chains
But mines was just post dated so they traded my Navajo feather
For a Nigerian bead
Potawatomi
Illinoi
Chicagua
Little nappy head Chicago boy be lost in a stream as we lose Jean-Micheals drunken love in Warhols stripes