Led in by my own sin
Big picture, undisclosed
Sick man, Sick gun
I walk the Ivory shores

My hope, wagered and lost
My sanity, died at no cost
Screams lay in the slave ship
Secluded in a place where none hear, none shout

After woe, fate set in
Once again, Led in by my own sin
Sick man, Sick gun
Hell’s kept in the X of the fist

The king led the revolution
Against all social institutions
The habit of hate is hard to give away
Until assassinations laced the restitution.

Economic losses caressing my chin
Suck in your life, this life to live
Hate let me kill it all
Still unjustified to them.

So we are fed
The pride of life
Lust of the flesh
Lust of the eye

Through pixels
Stencils are formed for life
Producers run the prisons
Not knowing the wage of sin
Is paid when you die.