I was born with the voice of a riot, a storm

lightening the function, the form, far from the norm

I wont follow like cattle, I'm more like a catalyst

Calm in the mix of battle

Who let the cowboy on the saddle. He down know a missle from a gavel

Para terror troopin flippin loops of death upon innocent flesh

but im back in the cipher my foes and friends, with a verse and a pen

against a line I won't toe or defend, Instead I curse at the muderous men

in suits of professionals who act like animals, 

this man child, ruthless and wild who gunna chain this beast back on the leash?

This Texas Furor for sure a, compasionless con who serve a, lethal needle to the poor

the cure for crime is murder?



On the Left, left, right left

But its just the march of death



I read the news today, oh boy, a snap shot of a midnight ploy

vexed and pwerless, devoured my hours im motionless with no rest

Cause a scream now holds the sky, under another high-tech driveby

A lie is a lie this God is an eagle or a condor for war and nothing more

Islam peace, Islam stare into my eye brother please off our knees

to beef now we feed their disease, interlocked our hands across seas

what is a flag but a shroud of loud, and outside my window is 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 its just the march of death



Here it comes the sound of terror from above

he flex his Texas twisted tounge

the poor lined up to kill in desert slums

for oil that burn beneath the desert sun

Now we split flame flip this game

we are his targets takin aim

We're the targets takin aim

All his targets are taking aim