By The River (Agape Armageddon Towns)

I was born by a river
It was called the Genesee
Just like that river
The Hudson
And Mississippi
My city's polluting me

Females, foes and friends all hatin'
Seems my niggas be shootin' me.
It's been a long,
A long time running...
Running in shackles made for three.
And I know someday I will break free.

See, I was born at night.
Right under a full blue moon.
At exactly nine pm.
Not a minute after or too soon.
So excuse the likeness of a Lyken
Cause ware-wolf is in my blood
Used to run in packs just like ewe wood.
Now I'm a lone wolf just like I should.
Doggy-styled whatever bitch I could.
Devoured prey.
Wherever I may;
Since I was always up to no good.
Howled at the Moon all night in every single hood.

It's been a long...
A long time Stunting,
Stunting in Diamond chains of slavery.
And I sold my soul just so I could pay me.

Its been hella-hard living
And I can't wait to die.

I keep two middle fingers blazing high,
"Fuck" whatever's up there beyond the sky
Cause, I'm certain GOD walk's with me;
Through this Hell with every stride
I saw Hym and Myh own reflection,
Peering through these teary window-pained eyes.
Still I know someday, that a change is due to come.
But I'm so damn reluctant to be the changing one.

I once made a "Face-Time" Movie.
In it, she was going Downtown.
A Hilton bred hood groupie.
Turned Liberty Pole porn star now.
Until the great day came,
That she'd made that great claim;
That she was pregnant,
So I got two steppin'
You know I could not stick around.

I sent that film out as a text,
YouTubed to be a chauvinistic world.
Now my ex-girl, only gets
Misogynistic nick-names for her self and her every pearl.
Yet, we both know how, somebody has to cum.

It's been a long...
Long time fronting.
Fronting for flawless Jezebels to lay in my sheets.
The Adversity I Don't Sense is,
AIDS rushing my River bed to Sea.

Then I go to my lil brotha
and my lil brotha said, "Big Bro. Help me, Please."
So we devised a plan,
Masked up with gun in hand, and
Put mutha-fuckas down on  their knees
Oh!
But when shit hit the fan,
Lil' Brotha took a Bible to his stand,
Cops came, he copped a "Plea".
Now, he'll get his program,
And I've got seventeen before I'm free.

And I still don't know my existence
Life's path is only blocked with resistance.
Yet, I can "almost" cee half the distance,
"Almost" like 120 degrees times three.

Well its been a long...
A long time gunning,
gunning down Negros in these streets.
And if I can't change now?
I'll die the death a slave should meet.