Bed of Nails

[Verse - Part I]
Yo it’s the ill dude
Armed with a steel tool to face fix you
You can’t intrude my ritual
Stay lit like a blazed Hindu
Amazed when the haze hit you
Got you dazed in the spaceship too
I'm on a trip where the minds been through
My war tactics are chess pieces
My attacks were planned within moves
Kick it like ninjitsu
My verses sharp, they're known to split views
Ripped through your internal tissues
Killing your kin like Israeli missiles
Rigor Mortis got your body stiff too
Leave you to rot and let the maggots eat you
Yeah the tortures gone beyond spiritual
The Megatron, planned atomic bombs to your temples
Causing a mental trauma, like Vietnam to your mental
Lyrical Viet Cong, slay yall on this instrumental
What’s Up?

[Verse - Part II]
Brown man on the dollar bills, yet we the minor
A majority of us in confinement
The law is flawed by design
A different sentence for a similar crime
Suited villains with ties, programing lives
Silencing those who defy
Peep the syllabus, see they fill it with lies
Sick of this racial privilege, only minors feel the tension inside
They said we’re united yet they tryna divide
Freedom is controlled and we’re forced to obliged
What you're seeing is just a mirage
They took from the poor while the rich living large
Labelled as lazy and useless
The crazy truth is, they’re just privileged and ruthless
I'm sick of this bullshit
Power abusing fascists savages
Politicking actors and these actresses
Locking up activists on some backwards shit
Giving us all these “freedom” with the lack of speech
Nah, the system needs some adjustment
How could these rulers be trusted?
That white cloth still couldn’t hide all your corruption
Raising these prices but denied you jobs
Forbidding you organics but supply you drugs
Speak the wrong words and they'll shut you up, Shh
Got these minds stressing
Thus you always see them getting high as fuck
Addicted to antidepressants