[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