March of Death

I was born with the voice of a riot, a storm Lightening the function, the form Far from the norm, I won't follow like cattle I'm more like a catalyst; calm in the mix of battle Who let the cowboy on the saddle? He don't know a missle from a gavel Para terror troopin' flippin' loops of death upon innocent flesh But I'm back in the cipher my foes and friends With a verse and a pen, against a line I won't tow or defend Instead I curse at the murderous men in suits of professionals who act like animals This man child, ruthless and wild Who gonna chain this beast back on the leash? This Texas Führer, for sure a, compassionless con who serve a Lethal needle to the poor. The cure for crime is murder? On the left, left, right, left But it's just a march of death I read the news today, oh boy, a snap shot of a midnight ploy Vexed and powerless, devoured my hours I'm motionless with no rest Cause a scream now holds the sky, under another high-tech drive-by A lie is a lie this God is an eagle or a condor for war and nothing more Islam peace, Islam stare into my eyes brother please off our knees To beef now we feed their disease, interlocked our hands across seas What is a flag but a rag, a shroud out loud, outside a faceless crowd Cause a cowering child just took her last breath, one snare in the march of death On the left, left, right, left But it's just a march of death Here it comes the sound of terror from above He flex his Texas twisted tongue The poor lined up to kill in desert slums For oil that boil beneath the desert sun Now we split flame we flip this game All the targets are taking aim All targets are taking aim We're the targets, they're taking aim