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