The Final Call

* doing background vocals<br><br>[Intro: Killah Priest]<br>My lord, hear thy prayer<br>As we sit amongst our fathers..<br><br>[Killah Priest]<br>From black Israelites to a liberal life, young guy from prison<br>Fight the system, Muslim, Jews and Christian<br>The hoodlum serving food in kitchens, politician, lawyer<br>Judges, destroy the brothers, amongst the youngsters<br>Dumpster, project hallways, equal more graves<br>Add it up, since the fourth grade, minus that, from the gun claps<br>Now divide that from the cats who ever slung crack, whoever done that<br>To all races, faces and man, with holes in his hand<br>He will even bracelets, or race our soul where we stand<br>My eyes, have seen hell, between jail, and bullet shells<br>Heard some words from the both Bushes yell<br>It ain`t kill Saddam, we build the `Nam<br>Close both palms, shut my eyes, then reply<br>Old Jerusalem, we criminals, Subliminal`s click<br>Two Eilan live on, we toast to biblicial scripts, come on<br><br>[Chorus: Gabriel Batler (Abiodun Oyemole)]<br>I want you to ride it (for the shadow of death)<br>I feel nobody (there`s no one else)<br>I read for my one`s<br>I want you to ride it (for the shadow of death)<br>I feel nobody (there`s no one else)<br>I rise like the sun, and shine<br><br>[Tragedy Khadafi]<br>And I ain`t cryin`, and I ain`t layin` down to dyin`<br>If I`m lyin`, you can throw me off the Mountain of Xian<br>The law be like fuck this, trap `em in a chair and fry `em<br>I write doctrines, everything I spit is a psalm<br>Walk the hood, with holes in my feet and palms<br>Throw on crown made of ice, millennium Christ<br>I bled with Malcolm, til the struggle gave my life<br>I walk through the valley of death, scroched through hell`s fire<br>Cell 33`s a lot, in Elmira, grew wiser<br>Learned my culture, from old timers<br>Dark conscious, made in an image, doing the knowledge<br>Like, extraterrestial beings, the all seeing<br>Out the sun roof screamin`, clappin` the mack demon<br>My success is a journey, not a destination of faces<br>Snakes layin` in waiting, congrogatin` with Satan<br>Days of Gamora, need more, some water, I`m shakin`<br>My ancestors is cryin`, I`m feelin` tears of the rain<br>Baptized in the Nile, and I`m trapped in pain<br><br>[Interlude: Killah Priest (Abiodun Oyemole]<br>The Black Market (tact!)<br>The Black Market (tact!)<br><br>[Outro: Abiodun Oyemole]<br>As it was in the beginning<br>So shall it be in the end<br>As we walk through the shadows of death<br>We`ll find a way to win<br>This is the last will and testament<br>Of a light that`s been dimmed<br>Of a heart that`s lost it`s rhythm<br>And attacks it`s own reflection<br>Eyes of a blind, to the beauty of themselves<br>And souls of the so sacred, books were written<br>Temples were built, Jesus was born<br>In the womb of our love, for mankind<br>And this is the last sacrament, this is the last offering<br>The last jester, to spark the fire, to lift the spirit<br>Before the light turns back to black<br>Before the waves become a tidal, before the moon bleeds rivers of despair<br>And the stars become black holes in the sky<br>This is a final call, a final message<br>To those who think they know, and those who don`t want to know<br>A damn thing..