Eyes On Your Enemies

[Mia X] And the lady America was finally slaughtered And divided into 3 quarters Her children who was fit fell, peace Battlin', golden', platinum Friends of terror and endless bloodshed Pity was not spared for no man, woman, child or rapper And believe For his rap was felt by everyone And this time when trust had no meaning Family and friends who survived destroyed one another Decided to the world Love, peace, and brotherhood Soldiers, high ashes to survival Master P To open up a path to reality For some, judgement [Master P] The devil took the straps off my nigga legs The Virgin Mary came when my homie bleed Too many fuckin' thieves and enemies