Black I Shall Not Turn
Ebony the source of the warrior, the darkness that hides behind a thief who changes the book
of truth, thy history shall not be hidden
Man of cowardly conformity, that sits on a thrown of elements that shall be demoted
into the form of a caucus of a jack ass who only reacts to foolish tricks disgrace to there own cause,
Trick analogy of inclinations of a poor man who refuses to read.
Thy history shall not be disregards God is God, and man is foul living within a
hypocorism of his own masquerading as the source of disbelief.
The riches of an ebony king is documented within the secrete source of hidden stories,
Kings of Kings.
Black is black and cannot be changed the jewel of the ebony king.
The hooded Klan
roles up the project stairs, as his inheritance slowly fades.
destruction by mans own right hand,
Faded black shall remain.
A tunnel vise mind that refuse to lead.
I hold the key to Gods books of life, the key that shall not rust.
Faded black shall never reverse.
Summoned by the legacy of historical fruit.
The soldier who cried blood, implemented within a bureaucracy of an unjust society, of men who wear the conservatory sheets.
The thief that stands at the back door.
To claim a inheritance,
humble watch it reverse.
words that flow from the heavens ,
which we take no
glory are form,
beware of the devil
he is swift and calm.
The history of a king, liquated man
Who sales to the devil who have stolen his jewels.
Flea markets of
death, as the holder of the inheritances, throws it away.