Dispear

Lord!
 This Spear, huh!
 Shaka Zulu, Bobo Shanti, Nyabinghi
 Man a Mau Mau Warrior
 Despair, eh
 Fear and desperation no depression can't tarry ya
 This Spear, hey
 Ayatollah, Idi Amin, Mennelek,
 Man a Masai Warrior
 Despair, eh
 Fear and desperation no depression can't tarry ya
 This Spear
 Like BURNING SPEAR
 AND SUCH AND SUCH BEFORE ME
 Who all fought for the cause and
 This Spear, eh
 Enforcing all the laws
 The Master of the Masses
 One has power
 The other one lacks it
 Guns are power
 Controlled by assets
 Owned by financial forecasters
 Who are the Masters?
 They are the Gangsters
 They are the bankers
 The ones who tax us
 The Masses
 They are us
 The sheep, the people
 Divided in classes
 I go off like a Shite bomb
 And All ya'll see I'm on my
 War paint on my face, shit
 My nine mm on my waist, shit
 I'm a problem
 Shoot up your place shit
 Let a few go
 Then I get low
 Blazing Haze again
 The Masters, The Wall Street War Chiefs
 The Elitists Groups
 The Masses
 They pray to Jesus
 Saying he will see us through
 The Masters are the aristocratic
 The Masses
 Ask if the Most High
 Is On his way here
 I'm trying to stay clear
 My mind is my modern day Spear
 Hey
 I say...
 This Spear, huh!
 Shaka Zulu, Bobo Shanti, Man a Gideon
 Man a Mau Mau Warrior
 Despair, eh
 Fear and desperation no depression can't tarry ya
 This Spear, hey
 Through the hands of time and cruel men
 It has slew more than a billion
 Despair, eh
 It keep on suppressing the humble man's opinion
 This lead into Swiss cheese
 When the 5th squeeze
 Mislead
 The media Misleads
 Scares you to the point
 Where you miss sleep
 With that said
 This lead with this Ruger
 And that shooter
 Sub-machine gun
 Ratta tat through you
 Copper tops, hollow points
 Will do ya something bad
 Our future
 Is Mislead
 Three strikes
 There's no school
 When a teacher strikes
 This economy
 This monopoly
 Get no job
 Just own your property
 Now it's back to
 What comes natural
 Must survive any how you have to
 Despair, Desperation
 But I have no fear
 When I hold This Spear
 Mek some bwoy know mi nah smile
 Cause this spear nah beg friends
 Man a run racket
 Man a run scheme
 Man a run race
 Man a run down Benz
 Can't trust a she nor we nor eye
 Inna contact lense
 Man a run from police
 And a run down wealth
 And dollars and nah mek sense
 So,
 Rise up to my defense
 Hollow pointed is my preference
 Should have been deterred
 Don't know what you heard
 Get referred
 By the wrong reference
 When this spear start dispense
 It a fly and a tear through fence
 Dismember your members
 And all of your limbs
 Body bust inna nuff segments
 Well,
 Man a run drugs
 Man a run risk
 Man all a run out a time and ends
 Man a run up and down
 And a run fi dem life
 And a run down this month rent
 Nutin' nah gwan a yard
 And food deh a road
 Then man hafi go touch pavement
 Despair was a tool
 That was used to enslave man
 And mek manservant
 Escape from Despair and Desperation
 Becomes more urgent
 Mankind needs to cleanse and wash out dem soul
 With spiritual detergent
 A distant army
 A distant relative
 Controlling the circumference
 And any man move with no permission
 They're feeling the circumstance of
 This Spear, hey
 Shaka Zulu, Bobo Shanti, Man a, eh
 Man a Mau Mau Warrior
 Despair, eh!
 Fear of your recession and depression can't tarry ya
 This Spear, hey
 Inner city youth dem rise it up disguised as AK-47
 This Spear, eh!
 And anytime them clap it up the whole city level
 This Spear
 Like Burning Spear
 And such and such before I
 Who all fought for the cause and
 This Spear, eh!
 They can't ignore me
 No!