My life

Everywhere That I Turn
Troubles right behind me
The struggle is inside me
Yeah I fighting for peace
Throw your middle finger up
to the beast and tell em come and find me
I might be giving a speech
Or marching a million men
When they snipe me
The sun still rise in east
And as long as we are alive
I can keep giving
God willing,
Burn sinners,
Open eyes of children
Look at what we billing
From the bottom up
This Sh*t started watching
Donald Duck
Now they want to snip I on the run
But we still write live rhyme
We finding fun
Tell me you the righteous one
Grab a piece of cheese and bun
Bun a piece of weed
In the breeze and sun
Grab scud and light it up,
Come blud get high with us
So many die and get committed to dust
This is as real as it comes
There's no love
In the Heart of the slums
Just these drugs teenage moms
And the ringing of guns
All we need is love
Everything else is borrowed
Praying for a better tomorrow
Im felling swallowed
So follow me if you feel me
Im paranoid
Im feeling they want to kill me
Everything I do I know they filming
Looking at the windows
Of the buildings
Street lighs as illuminous
AS the moon
A curtain moves
In one of the rooms
Death coming
So start running
Cos it way to soon
I've got to do
what the F*ck I got to do
I'm on the move
Scraping the bottom
with nothing to lose

MC CURTIS

You know I
Aint stopping
cos its all on me
Ay yo the vibes unforgettable
Capture it and hold it
Every moment is impeccable
Like the search on the beach
For the perfect pebble
As the tides rolls in
Holding seashells on sea shores
This is heaven
Ask yourself
If this was your last day
Are you ready hand steady
Its a art of a penman
I half my heart
Half in the art
Half independent
Blood of my forefathers
My ancestors decedents
I'll die for redemption
But I aint past yet
Because
The divine intervention
The last left
Im a ride to the end of my last breath
Everybody is a target so look!
Im Curtis
Right to the death
Cos the army is behind me

Holocaust

And the angel of the Lord came unto me,
Snatching me up from my
Place of slumber,
And took me on high,
And higher still until we
Moved in the spaces betwixt the air itself.
And he bore me unto a
Vast farmland of our own mid-west,
And as we descended cries of
Impending doom rose from the soil.
One thousand, nay, a million
Voices full of fear.
And terror possessed me then.
And I begged,

"Angel of the Lord, what are these tortured screams?"
And the angel said unto me,
"These are the cries of the carrots,
The cries of the carrots.
You see, reverend Curtis, tomorrow is harvest day
And to them it is the holocaust."
And I sprang from my slumber drenched in sweat
Like the tears of one millions terrified brothers
And roared,
"Hear me now,
I have seen the light,
They have a consciousness,
They have a life,
They have a soul.
Damn you!
Let the rabbits wear glasses,
Save our brothers...can I get an amen?
Can I get a hallelujah? thank you, Jesus.


It was daylight when you woke up in your ditch.
You looked up at your sky.
That made blue be your color.
You had your knife with you there too.
When you stood up there was goo all over your clothes.
Your hands were sticky.
You wiped them on your grass,
So now your color was green.
Oh Lord, why did everything always have
To keep changing like this?
You were already getting nervous again.
Your head hurt and it rang when you stood up.
Your head was almost empty.
It always hurt you when you woke up like this.
You crawled up out of your ditch unto your gravel road
And you began to walk
And waited for the rest of your mind to come back to you.
You could see the car parked far down the road
And you walked toward it.
If God is our father, you thought,
Then Satan must be our cousin.
Why didn't anyone else understand these important things?
When you got to your car,
You tried all the doors,
But they were locked.
It was a red car and it was new.
There was an expensive leather camera case lying on the seat.
Out across your field
You could see two tiny people walking by your woods.
You began to walk towards them.
Now red was your color and of course,
Those little people out there were yours too.