Group Nameless 8

Bombs still bursting in Birmingham
Bull Conner just turned over in his grave
This is the nightmare we dare not dream about
We throw slow-jam basement party in pyramids
With Saul Williams while reading the Manu scripts
Of Alex Haley
Inspired by the diary of Nat Turner
Because the life of Anne Frank was deemed easy
We sit at the bottom
Next to sarcophaguses
But really we are at the top
Looking up through Quartz
Hoping our light will shine through my third eye

I pray
That we wake up the Pharaohs
Too sound files of Laurence Fishbourne and Samuel L Jackson
In a spike Lee Joint telling us all to wake up
A little boy was all alone
He had no family
Nor no home
So he called god and he realized god just doesn't answer to everybody
He found silence in the Bible
No better yet he found solace in the bottle
So he overdosed on Nyquil and to keep it real
He realizes that his life is worth no more to cop then to a ant hill
So He second guess reaching
For another helping of skittles
That little boy had to play the role of fiddler on the roof
That little boy
Never got to see his older brother get older
So he was molded
By a bottle tapping Auntie
She was a drunkie
She jumped from house to house
And couch to couch
Like a needle being passed around in a room full of junkies

So we throw slow jams basement party in pyramids
With Saul Williams while reading manuscripts
Of Alex Haley
Inspired from the diary of Nat turner because the life of Anne Frank was deemed easy
Pocahontas wanted to show up to the party
She said I didn't want to be the only Red one here
She always brought 2 mice
Minnie is always singing show tunes drunk and
Micky keeps drawing pyramids in the carpet
Hoping to lead us home one day
I Just want to go home one day
I Just want to go home one day
I Just want to go home one day