Roll Call
I open my third eye inside of pyramids 33° looking over the Seven Seas, where the crossbones breed, they slit your throat like Medjai Bitch don't step to me if you ain't no King you don't deserve my loyalty, I blackmail you since 711 then you ran from me tryna hit across Atlantic sea but landed in a land with people who look like me. From the hall of Montezuma to the shores of Tripoli standing under lion's Masonary Creed.
This poem is about:
Our world