Group Nameless 8 (feat. Justin King, Blakk Mambo & Preach the Poet)

Bombs still bursting in Birmingham Bull Conner just turned over in his grave This is the nightmare we dare not dream about We throw slow-jam basement party in pyramids With Saul Williams while reading the Manu scripts Of Alex Haley Inspired by the diary of Nat Turner Because the life of Anne Frank was deemed easy We sit at the bottom Next to sarcophaguses But really we are at the top Looking up through Quartz Hoping our light will shine through my third eye I pray That we wake up the Pharaohs Too sound files of Laurence Fishbourne and Samuel L Jackson In a spike Lee Joint telling us all to wake up A little boy was all alone He had no family Nor no home So he called god and he realized god just doesn't answer to everybody He found silence in the Bible No better yet he found solace in the bottle So he overdosed on Nyquil and to keep it real He realizes that his life is worth no more to cop then to a ant hill So He second guess reaching For another helping of skittles That little boy had to play the role of fiddler on the roof That little boy Never got to see his older brother get older So he was molded By a bottle tapping Auntie She was a drunkie She jumped from house to house And couch to couch Like a needle being passed around in a room full of junkies So we throw slow jams basement party in pyramids With Saul Williams while reading manuscripts Of Alex Haley Inspired from the diary of Nat turner because the life of Anne Frank was deemed easy Pocahontas wanted to show up to the party She said I didn't want to be the only Red one here She always brought 2 mice Minnie is always singing show tunes drunk and Micky keeps drawing pyramids in the carpet Hoping to lead us home one day I Just want to go home one day I Just want to go home one day I Just want to go home one day