tommy guns pointed at stomach level commonness of death no more blank checks we cry chained to our own fear The Dragon bleeds and bleeds and bleeds and bleeds and bleeds and bleeds and bleeds a seed.. a seed.. a seed.. a seed.. a seed. . . PART II We are the seeds of the Dragons blood warriors rising from red puddles Black angels criticizing the unjust with the weapon bring righteousness to Babylon AIN'T NO TERRORISTS HERE the chains of our fear have been forged into bullets burning through decayed cracker brains they tremble at our names Geronimo - Abdul - Safiya Kuwasi - Mtayari - Zayd 36
By Any Means Necessary