feat. Daddy Rose, Sauldin
  
  [Daddy Rose]
  Hasmonian Dynasty, Maccabean Revolt
  Come down on you, Masada arose the beloved
  Daddy Rose, Prodigal Sunn, Masada the eagle scholar
  Back to P stone nation, Red Dawn to the death, nigga
  
  Violins play, Rose petals fly in the wind
  Mans bargaining with fallen angels but he dies in his sin
  The world is in chaos, many try to pretend
  I stop smoking weed now I get high off my pen
  Grandma’s alcoholic she might die off the gin
  Devil smirks I grab a gun and blow off his grin
  I spend my days inhaling in the sun rays
  Thirsty youth in my hood just escape the gun blaze
  No more church on Sundays, just wake on Mondays
  He didn’t value his life now six feet my son lay’s
  I study chi-kung cultivate my energy and become
  the cosmic light of the slums
  I heal the mind reveal how many slugs in your nine
  Dark clouds cover my soul, but my thuggin’s divine
  Black love, white glove black doves
  Egyptian Queens fine wine’s and back rubs
  Black thugs
  
  [Chorus x1.5: Killah Priest]
  Black P stone, Maccabean Revolt
  Sunz of the Rose, to this world folds, guns will blow
  
  [Killah Priest]
  Project hallways fulled with broke niggaz
  Broken bottles of malt liquor, and coke sniffs
  ERS, dope dealers and drug users with crack lighters
  We thought we made it, but somewhere shit backfired
  "Ds" pointing GATs at tires, read the history on the black Messiah
  Judges burning niggaz and scorching their souls
  When I walk I come across the fork in the road
  Next to the black hawk on the pole
  Hear the voice of the crow, when the wind blows
  it gives me goose bumps and makes me tremble
  Project temples with shattered windows
  Street renaissance, thugs released on prison bonds
  Become icons in gold chains and tote iron
  Heart of the lion, hear the harps of Zion
  Honey lips to sour words from bitter tongues
  We live in slums, niggaz pull the triggers on their guns
  >From day to night, the grave sight
  Where snakes appear shed fake tears
  Ghetto, seeds born with gray hair
  Trying to escape from here it might take years
  Priest modern day Shakespeare
  
  [Chorus x2]
  
  [Sauldin]
  I cut the world off from within the pain in my pen
  Got me written scribe did my feather in blood
  Niggaz fuckin up so I remain cold inside
  >From the pain but I still strive
  >From my brothers slain in the street
  Ordain in the ghetto and hang
  Bang with the finest, steppin out of caskets
  or line us up kill for the kindness
  The dimmest broads turn states evidence on small times
  I use smoke L’s like chimineys, search for the remedy
  Till my pain friendly fire let the devil in me
  Every minute feels like infiniti
  Time I trapped in it like enemy fire in the city
  of hope surrounded by dead energy, fallen Elohim who beam rocks
  to bitches who sip Henney on the rocks
  Who would kill me for pennies
  That’s why wherever my gun points black crows follow my hollow point
  Thee unconscious acts of the soul
  Harness trapped in my conscious no parole
  No control over the soul
  Inward fight to fight for control of my soul
  
  [Chorus x4]