Novus Ordo Seclorum
Blood stained Fabric, Cotton up in a addict
Life so tragic seems like death is a treasure
You stepped up into the minds of the Crime infested youth
Ain't no jobs ain't no stop until this police abuse
So we kill, drill, only popping pills
Fantasize a steal when you went home with out a meal
Welcome to the grave no debate 59 six six six the grey
No escape from my fate, ***** im ready to die today

**** the police and judges
**** the priest and God's judging
**** the state and the public
I wanna see tall skyscrapers crumbling
We all meet the shovel don't have to act humble
Distance myself from the huddle
Nothing but trouble
Find me a nice quiet place in the jungle
Keep it low key keep it subtle
Only a couple aloud in my bubble
Puddle of blood the result of the hustle
Cuddle my drugs by the bundle
My frontal lobe constantly struggle