AMBROSIA

By YAO
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If the TRUTH is the LIGHT
Could this generation be the YOUTH of the NIGHT
Walking around with HANDS OUT
Filled up of confusion AND DOUBT
From the evil exiting the white MAN'S MOUTH
Follow for I'm part of that percentage of a CHOSEN FEW
Trying to rise out this abyss we were THROWN INTO
To resurrect the law that was SOWN IN YOU
If ONLY YOU KNEW, but this is BORING TO YOU
So you're IGNORING THE CLUES

We've been DECIEVED into loving our MASTER
Lay in SLEEP with DISASTER, AWAKE in HELL
Without FAITH, we FELL under a spell
I'm obliGATED to TELL
We're not divinely desigNATED to FAIL.
We're LOST
We hesitated and we PAID the COST
Nowadays it's the JAILS ofCOURSE
HAILED BAAL NAILED to CROSSES
Yet we don't believe or reCALL THIS
Preoccupied with being addicts and alcoHOLICS
We're CHRONICally disillusioned to the HIDDEN AGENDA

We're forBIDDEN TO ENTER the reCESSES of our OWN MINDS
Don't even remember the LESSONS of our OWN KIND
We've KNOWN CRIME, CHROME NINES
We've ROAMED WILD
While at HOME,
WIVES with LOW HIGHS struggle & strive their WHOLE LIVES
They cry and don't even KNOW WHY
We've WORN CROWNS, ADOURNED GOWNS
Left monumental structures TORN DOWN on FOREIGN GROUNDS
The DNA of KINGS, don't ask "james", but we in "aything"
Many will listen, but few will ever SAY a THING

So it appears we don't even have a PRAYER
Too many LAYERS OF LIES, GRAY AREAS THRIVE
As well as FEAR IN THE EYES and the hearts of the HOPEFUL
Pre-Designated leaders with NO CLUE
We BROKE THROUGH, but with the LOT of RIFTS
An age SO CRUEL that left a LOT of SICK figures who were NOT eQUIPPED
We HONORED LIPS of the REIGN of the ROD and WHIP
Our KNOWLEDGE IS ATTAINED from their FAMED COLLEGES
And yet we feel the pangs of chains upon our wrists
And yet we feel the pangs of chains upon our wrists
Ever the AIM of NOVELISTS and PsyCHOLOGISTS
Who only BLAME what's OUT of their MIDST withOUT a HITCH
ECONOMISTS never BOTHER WITH what the PROBLEM IS
COLUMNISTS label us socialists and COMMUNISTS
And yet we feel the pangs of chains upon our wrists, chains upon our wrists

This is not POLITICS or HOLLOW TIPS
This is AmbROSIA
Food for the mind to HAND OVER to the BABIES
I PRAY THESE TIMES will SERVE as a BEACON
To shine light on the MINDS of the unNERVED, the MEEK AND
The people forever praying, never REACHING
We gotta TEACH'EM that the solution is not a day out of the WEEKEND
SPEAK the TRUTH and KEEP IT REAL
So not only one REAPS the FRUIT, a PEOPLE WILL