Kharma - Zion I

Yo, a te' a te' a te' a testin' one two

I’m sendin' out a shout to all the massive in the crew

I think if you could get into my space and

Thoughts travel at light speed of conversation

Hell within the slim borders of mind quarters

Seats in carport or servin' short orders

It’s torment the way the Kharma spin orbit

I memorize all my trauma and then record it

It’s all live, never been Memorex

To manifest faith through my text, let the bill collect

Yo, I step aside trouble, boy in a bubble

I spit, do my thing, give me space like the craft hubble

This here rumble in the world, what you didn’t know?

Have the rich eat the po' with they dinner roll

It’s habitual, life within this digital citadel

Make me holler «Condition critical!»

See a pistol pull, seen a solution

Baby gettin' fed a syringe of confusion

Gun blast make cash, it’s just murder

Ratings gettin' higher with insanity and further with it

Little boy think it’s fine, little boy is gonna pay-ay

Everything you do come back to you someday-ay

Can’t face the sun so hide away-ay

Little boy think it’s fine, little boy is gonna pay

Yo, fire gas lit, act like the Mac spit

Won’t make your back flip, trapped in a casket

Reminsce on the life that he missed

Only sixteen when it came down to this

Videos, TV, action heroes

Blood lust, bust a vein for DeNiro

Burn like Nero did to Rome

Why you all upset now it’s at your home?

When it was at mines everything was just fine

But now you start to see everything in due time

Little boy pack a gun, little boy like Tanqueray-ay

Everything you do gon' make your hair turn gray-ay

Nowhere to run, are you afraid-aid?

Little boy pack a gun, little boy is gonna pay

Pay, pay, pay, pay, pay, pay, pay, pay, pay, pay

Little boy is gonna pay

Guns and money go hand in hand

It’s the way that the devil keep controllin' man

Rebels who fight in the name of Jah

But with sticks and stones never get that far

Seeds is planted, trees is chopped

Many await the day that Jesus drop

But in the meantime, live lives of sin

At the gates of Heaven, they can’t get in

Preachers, teachers, holy rollers

Terrorist bomb, Pakistani soldiers

Mason bankers, ancient races

Fight for the keys of our sacred places

Bases loaded, we up to bat

Coulda hit a homerun, but we pulled a gat

Bad seed tree make bad seed fruit

Good seed look, don’t do bad, too

You got choices to make a dif'

Ain’t no weight so heavy that you can’t lift

Everything you do come back, no if

But when you understand Kharma, life’s a gift

Flow has many dimensions

Rhyme scheme, consciousness

Flow within life