Signs

Sips from the chalice of Moses

Keeps me immune from the bite of a cobra

From slipping and falling into a coma

The seals are broke, we seeing the signs

What was hidden is now revealed I take it in silence

Decipher the language. Knowing too much: dangerous

Some have died in their sleep but many have died painful

Listen to whatever my brain say

I call it a case of intuition when I listen to everything

Modern-day Rome with government in control

Politicians getting snagged in the net, cell phones

From all sides, watching this economy capsize

Guilties being baptized, from priests to rabbis

Spots getting blown, boxes in the drag

Like cars getting towed then they blame it on the coke

Riots in London, smell of chaos in the air is quite pungent

War's jumping off like bungee

Secret sects in effect, initiation is sex

Partnered up with the same body parts

Males alike acquiring wealth, selling they soul

To market price serious game, rolling the dice

Phantom killers behind brass shields, will-power

Round table of brokers whose main goal is dominance

Unexplained sightings in the sky provoke fear

How can there be famine in the place where all the gold is?

Diplomats getting cases tossed

Then role-reverse the crime as if they wasn't at fault

I'm keeping it lite, as told by my cousin Chuck

"You saying too much my nigga", I gives a flying fuck

Why whisper when my voice is loud?

With common sense to address the crowd

My mama she blessed with child

God's gift, in form of a male

With a vision to see things, before they manifest themselves