Interlude 03 (Freestyle)

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
 Yeah, here we go
 What if everything was at the wrong time?
 Lying, the wrong space, and songs rhyme
 To meter out the distance back to the (?)
 With kings and queens and every hiccup in between
 Was dreams and the blood and death would mean something
 With another eye open and fists raised
 Just a greeting or phrase
 A meeting of tired militants, the war-torn regions
 Only known for killing beautiful black
 Sit in the pyramids, being Imhotep of homies
 Sense of loneliness the price of paying for a new beginning
 I got a pocket full of staaaaaars
 Flyin' up to Mars
 You inhibit a world where hue is not a death sentence
 So drop the message, already open for suggestion, whatever
 Get at me, my brothers, my sisters, get at me
 I love you