Millennium Hustling

On the top of the mountain, my staff is on stasis
contact the media, then alert the nation

Angels come and break me out of cages
the lost scrolls, contain the phrases of gold
that I was writing from the ages

Gloss pages, infant red, shot places in Holloway
sit back and drink for the holidays

Road got rough to Damascus, the blood trails
and the smell, you cant even imagine

Track down logs and cabins
hunting for captains, this is our land
so whistles are clapping

Empowerment and snatch ronks from coward men
in crushments, people over throwing the government
reluctant, burning vision, from the oven

To the little G's, keep on scuffing
running the block, holding the pistol down
millennium hustling

Written By: Desia Scales (Alien Artform)