Group Nameless 1 (feat. Justin King, Blakk Mambo & Preach the Poet)

She sat in the sun waiting for a martyr to meet her there She said hold our breath You know dandelions don't have smells but I'll Show you how to breath She, stole the devil, dumped him on our front door step said I found god Said we have to raise him, So I cultivated the seed I sat listening to the baby serpent, sitting around an apple Stuffing my ears full of ginger wheat, and lavender Lazarus rose with a bouquet of Lilacs We both couldn't fit our funeral suits My pants were too short His tie was long enough to lock around a limb of his own insecurities We both weeped the second time he died They never believed you could die again They never believed in our love wars Sword with our oppressors blood splattered like Glitter in Morgue lights My hero's names be carved in our shields Your last sight be Huey With Hampton right behind him Malcolm grandson ashes, sitting in our foot heels Stomping on the devils head, For that's what god said in red The red man said that I was familiar Said he aw me at all the other family reunions Said all of us melinated people came to this foreign land on ships and in chains But mines was just post dated so they traded my Navajo feather For a Nigerian bead Potawatomi Illinoi Chicagua Little nappy head Chicago boy be lost in a stream as we lose Jean-Micheals drunken love in Warhols stripes