[Intro]
[Stanza 1: ATL]
[Stanza 2: Ethius XVII]
Yes I confess ladies and gentlemen
Yes I redress the ladies and gentlemen
Settle in this is Revelations with a pen
The Motel, Four Seasons had me breathin with Eve's demons
That made a fool out of Adam's semen, forskin based thoughts
That bought the ticket that brought humanity into insanity
Profanity now sleeps in the Motel, Four Seasons
Bringing birth to life in the Spring
Summers fling gave the sun a diamond ring
As the falling leaves sing Autumnly
Winter's lack of life calls on me
There was genocide in Genesis, where I heard a serpents hiss
[Hook]
This May brought me dismay
My fall came after the Fall, so replay please. please, please
There was a genocide in Genesis, where I heard a serpents hiss
There was something in the Autumn air
The leaves tear from my brown back, bare
Rare for my being to loose its wings so it seems
There was something in the Autumn air
Or was it wild white Winter's splinters
That wears a fair Werewolf's hair on its fatal floor
I see d**h's glare
I see d**h's stare, it had a familiar stare, that had me thinking
[Poem]
In this cruel world, cruel fate lies in the path of who ever's great
And my journey has been everything but a clean slate
But so close its a familiar taste
Great at what we do no ego involved
Being straight is so many future problems solved
Try to rebu*tal its a lost debate
Working counting every split second until the date where every second mention is Mousa is creatives, wait
Who are they, well you not sure, well one thing we aren't is prey to societies limiting ways, refrain
From the road always traveled, why would a soul remain in a person who's nothing but a tail, pain
Used against us, we use it for us
You were against us we made you listen now you support us
Creatives Of Mousa