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