Broken Skies!

[bez]

Broken skies and shattered dreams means we can't believe our religion,
We burning up in hell's kitchen as we pray for God, but he's missin,
Thinking that he listens to our problems as we tell him,
But the angels have all turned criminal and Jesus is a felon,
The way of the world becomes transparent as we pass,
Work for the grasp of money but humanity is never gunna last,
Our past was so peaceful, so pure and so sweet,
But we've knelt before God and spat on his bare feet,
The horesemen are already here, they take are natural resources,
Shell out oil by the gallons killin mother nature and her daughters,
Corparate executives lining their pockets with notes,
While in years time humans will struggle to stay afloat,
Toxins clogging up the clouds, rivers and sea's fulla pollution,
People praying aloud for an eternal solution,
But the revolution can't start until the leaders open their hands,
And start to consider human's and childrens in their future plans,
God has already shut us off, he can't help us with our mistakes,
It was his job to create and not to continue to save this place,
Thats our job, but its pety, we've accepted this unpretty being,
We've gotta help ourselves before its ourselves we're fleeing,

[Arkexodus]

shits wild-
life's a horror movie thats tripped-out
seems, you cant step on the scene with out a clip-now
back from New Orleans-
seen what katrina left-down on wet-ground, inspired I put the tech-down
the numbing pain, God  already knows
While one third of my family goes searchin for homes
I'll add to-the-drama on top-the-karma
one uncle, n two cousins died coz of the-trauma
and Im supposed to be hopeful, Why?
time you cant rewind, then Grandmama fixed my lapse-in-mind
she tol me stop-prayin for whatever Gods-taken
look up boy, there! cant you see the skies-breakin?
I held on that statement found it easy ta cope
when it seems the world got a knee-on my-throat I got a reason-ta-hope
Sun's splittin the clouds mayne feel the-new-dawning
stoic or warrior poet we got sumthin-in-common
whether ya-
got rich-bones call hood-home either way we God's Sons Lyk Nasir Jones

Big Upp Bez Nice drop

[bez]

Nice drop mate.

I expected to come in here and see a diss from you.