Babylonians to I

How do I see Babylonians? (People who move/live like vampires, leeches, etc.)

they use the airwaves; they try to bend we
but they're abusive, its only them bending
tell the youths that cocaine ain't like syrrup
please don't be like a cavalry, and caught up inna stir-up

Bad acid cause descendence, some ate poison while yelling for transcendence
oh God!
and some think they permafried
oh Jah,
forgive them say I
Those red eyes gunna quest for every eye that they can pull
energy they pull

they vampires to say the least, so you know they're never gonna be full after feast
a vampire, and thats an understatement
I overstand them bad minds as a cloud in a bright sky
them bad minds could never be full, even though every day them a feast
Kind of like a rich two faced thief
I'm solid with blessings, they're swollen with greed
BUT REMEMBER: This is just how Babylonians are to me.

This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world


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