Game For Hunters

Compare your self to a lion
Look how they did Cecile
Its just us
And 5% ers
Hebrew Israelites
Pan Africans
White Jesus believers
Gang affiliates
Educated reinforcers of the system
Rubbing the sleep out their eyes
And children
Addicted to the trends
New empire football season
Get your money, this anit hatin
Its your black life, live it
I am my worst enemy
Could careless about a critic
Fit for a two mile sprint
It only takes one bullet and it's accurate
Admit it, education separates
Regardless of the hood you live in
Turnt the ratchet up on the chain
"Keep my kids away from those niggas"
Dirty laundry is in the corner stinking
Why should our lives begin to matter after one incident?
We were never the media's image
The physical body is not stronger than the Spirit
Kill it if it anit up lifting
Cause one success is 100 death sentences
Enter the realm of the elitists
"Everything behind you is ashes, dont get salty when we make jokes about niggers"
Severed from land and history
Like Ciciles' head and skin

Serve the Feeding Hand

A pittance for my existence
Bread for my sweat
Wine to numb my mind until my death
Oh lord, you noble
Oh, why am i the wretch
Why do i suffer by the hands of my bother
His ill will is your labor
Class and status are his rewards for favors
You are comfortable as long as
Cain fights Able
Who wouldn't take scraps over maggots
Desperate men see no damage
Riders of the lame horse take
Orders from the Golden Carriage
Keep your enemies close
Let your enemies know that those
Who remain from where they came
Are the undesirables
This is the order of control
Pawns are drawn to the light like moths
With promises to be illuminated
Only If they oversee the mob
Duties authenticated by God
And the low who lay in the dark
Send prayers to the father
Even here in the abyss
Those willing to commit fratricide
May serve a purpose
To the class that's ruling
"Any upward movement on the ladder is improvement"
Says the piece of shit
For his brother receives crumbs
To cut him up and feed him to the king
A meal that goes best with wine and bread

Soul Scrap

Stuck.Stuck.Stuck.
Switch form
Because I'm still choosing
Pick don’t wait to long
The wind will take it far far away....
I want to be free.
I’m not.
Trapped inside the frame I Partially own With my Mind, Body and Soul.
But we're apart.
Mind is stuck in the rear
Body is here,
Soul!!
Everywhere.
Trying to choose
Choosing a bad habit
It hurts the body, but affects the Mind, Which minds the Pain.
My Soul will suffer their stubbornness, restlessness.
Soul can’t compromise.
It's trap inside the Body and Mind.

Oba Richards

For Thug, Prison and Country

Do you wanna know the truth?
European royalty think they slick
Send criminals to do their dirty business
By exterminating populations of the indigenous
Claiming lands and resources and riches
All exotic languages must be English
Red men, Aborigines and Africans
Fell to dissidents, political prisoners, felons and Jesus
How'd they get here you ask?
By Penal Transportation and the ships of pirates
100,000 to north America and hundreds of thousands more to Australia
Salting the earth for monetary interest
Now they completed their sentence with the Revolution in 1776
Still had a slave class and vast land
Told George the Turd to have some tea and kiss their ass
Prisoner out post colony
Talking bout democracy which is a free market monarchy
Special status for the wealthy
Telling the world god approved their criminal activity
Really just outcast of society distracting the minds of today from truth and reality
Creating havoc and man made catastrophes
Given the universe a bad name for human beings
Fatalistic mentality
Thinking the only solution is to remove the problem to be happy
Its hard to swallow, accept and believe
Yet it's true