The P. (P. O. P.) (Radio Edit)

From old tar pits and feathers from chickens

That are finger lickin good

Kentucky Fried Slaves

Have Kentucky Made Graves

That lie in bluegrass

Waiting for their ancestors and

Descendants to work together

Like Tavis Smiley

But we follow peeps

Like Pat Riley

Only when we're playing

Y' know what i'm saying

Delegating and denigrating women

As if they're toys

As if we're boys listening to the noise

That the horse whispers

Sterile like mules

So we can grow up

From boys to women

Strong with no sense of meaning

Just pent up feelings

I fight like that

These are my peers

We all need jimmy hats

But that would defile our race

As we race toward genocide

Cuz we kill each other

Why

Abortion

Distortion

Drug dealing and competition

Pimpin hoe-in and ignoring redemption

Lookin for the quick buck

The quick **** and having babies

For reasons of vanity

Narcissistic insanity

That causes major calamities from the

Pain that our ancestors never got to shout

Cuz the tar and feathers never let it out

The middle passage that broke our great nations

And the corporate industry

That caused the great migration

WE'VE BEEN DUPED FOR YEARS and

We call network marketing a gimmick

Netweaving a cloth

That can get us the promise

Our covenant with black America

The architects and masons

All of this anti-family

Activity is what I fight

And regardless of my might

I know WE: W-E

Have to work together

To end this insanity

Or all humanity dies

Including the people

That feed us the lies

Their gene pool has bottlenecked

We need to respect

The environment

It's more than global warming

The Original Man is storming

Like a thief in the night

Jesus—Just Us

Osiris

Horus

Resurrect us

We are now on the cross

Road

I'm looking for the Trinity

The Father, Sun and the Holy Ghost

My Mother

Finally

All of the pieces of a nightmare

Have been put together to form

Peace