GANGS, YOUTH, BLOODS, AND THE CRIPTS IN THE NAME OF JESUS

GANGS, YOUTH, BLOOD, AND THE CRIPTS

DEVIL WORSHIP





The cries of our children,

the crypts a formation where

Jesus laid, the blood that he shed,

the pain that flows

through our children vain.

Manifestations of lost souls,

who inflict pain for the

rituals starving for the

Connection of an ancestor

who gave his life that man would be free.

Within theses walls a thirsting to belong, a family which dose not exist.

The false teachings

and leaders that don’t exist.

Listen to the screams

of the 4th generations

which have been cursed.

The crypts the pain beaten

into a circle, strength

that he must show,

pain must be inflicted

to receive the crown,

of a King Jesus.

Religion against Religion,

Gang against Gang,

territory against territory,

brother against brother.

Satins who is your God?

During the duration of this world order,

Symbolizations of a confusion of a false

Jesus that our babies represent,

seeking for the prophet of our brother.

The rag that symbolize there

interpretations of the robe

which thy

Brother Jesus wore,

as they lynched him to the cross.

Thrusting for there brother

when the leaders ignore there plea.

Is anybody listening?

Who really gives a dam?

The cries of our children,

the crypts a formation where

Jesus laid, the blood that he shed,

the pain that flows

through our children vain.

Manifestations of lost souls,

who inflict pain for the

rituals starving for the

connection of there ancestor

who gave his life that man

would be free.

Within theses walls

a thirsting to belong,

a family which dose not exist.

The false teachings

and leaders that don’t exist.

Listen to the screams

of the 4th generations

which have been cursed.

The crypts the pain

beaten into a circle,

strength that he must show.



Pain must be inflicted

to receive the crown of a King Jesus.

Religion against Religion,

Gang against gang,

Territory against Territory,

Brother against Brother.

Satins who is your God?

Criminals on patrol, forsaken an image

which knows nothing of which it followers,

the link between heaven and hell.

Under Satins Authority

U.S.A

The blood that drips

from my brothers mouth,

the blood that flowed from Jesus

hand, the thieves that stood

before the cross,

the murder of a savior

who only brought love,

the death of thy

brother by ones own hand.

They killed the savior because he

wanted to teach the words of God.



The gangsters that wait upon my death.

There is no Father he can call,

when the devil

steals from the cradle

death before life.

There is no image to

teach him self control,

when the word God

is delivered as a bad word.

The Father and the Son and the spirit.

Brothers willing to die

for the color of its rag.

Brothers who link the battle

within the Universe.

Brothers who call each other Son.

Son of the Father,

listen to the screams of the Youth

A thirst for there Fathers blood.

The symbolizations to relive the past.



Mycological lynching each and every day.

Long to hear the words

from thy Almighty son.

Let me tell you the secrets

of being a great man.

Oh how I cry upon the night,

turning my pillows on the other side.

The termination of God,

which is used within

our youth’s crowd,

Curse by the sperm

that created darkness

that there Son’s may cry.

A King which they are.



Sisters and Brothers joined

within the furor of hell.

Devil worshipers God

said the curse shall fall

upon the children,

Let me break it down

nice and slow, blind that refuse to see,

when the light is a clear,

Genocide within the

rotten roots of a fool.

The thieves that stood

before the cross,

the betrayal as the foundation

of parents

who just don’t give a dam,

fathers who abandon there seeds.

Mama baby daddy maybe who really give f--.

Crying that slave masters did it to me,

Get of the titter and free your self.

Feeding our children that the hooded mask

is the ruler of the land.

Conformity of a coward who moans

for a mans approval

and relinquishing the powers

of one God. When you teach

a man he is lost

because he has no rights,

and you feel them with

Toxins that he has no past.

You tell him he is

already dead, when he has

chose in his life

What God has ordained no man can erase.

Listen as they cry

out that he refuse to be a slave

And he will rather be dead, than be a slave

In this world order, the warrior with no

Since of directions, the elder must lead

Said thy God, a destiny that is doom

With the cowardly

conformity of ancient myths

White powder that clouds the mind,

kill my brother sell him dope.

A universe of Zombies the walking dead.

Children raising children,

Children raising parents.

Close minds saviors

that live in the dark.

A spirituality that is

confused by the young.

And the savior of self has no clue.

The sanctions of truth

within the destruction

of mans own right hand.



The tree the root defines

a series of versatile

crying to be release,

the blood that continues

to leak, until the

fountains run dry,

knowledge and wisdom

activities and events.

The historical significance

summoned by the ancestors,

reconsidered as the

blood of thy brother,

shall continue to repeat

until the mission

of thy father answers to the curse,

trampling on Gods creations

shall not be erased,

both culturally and

physically relevant

to the link to the

heavens and earth.

Copywriter 2002