Tekst:
Blood Of The Martyr

My beginning?, yo [Killah Priest] A dark December eve my mother conceive a species Some sorta rare breed believed to be of gods seed With royal blood

My blood moves I feel all right My ritual followed us to paradise My blood moves I feel all right Don't touch me 'Cause I've had too much to feel tonight

ideas When they cut me loose, the time had served me well I made allies in heaven, I made comrades in hell I was a Catholic child The blood ran red The blood

up, like a paraplegia Or paraplegic, I parallel park In a red and yellow thang, old school Atlanta Hawk Like I'm from Collipark, but I'm from Hollygrove! Now all my Bloods

what country Under the sun You can't mete justice From the barrel of a gun, a gun. Shoot to kill 'til both sides have their fill 'til both sides have their martyrs

they know what to do CIA assassins are coming with guns The people will mourn for dead priests and nuns Kill with no mercy, men and women of the cloth Ineffective martyrs

them in vain So he turned his back on them And left them in pain Now here come the saints With their banners held high Each one of them martyrs Quite

the past - preserve us a future. So many causes I could die for - but I don't know which is right In this millenia of martyrs and injustices to fight

stone We praise our lord in heaven But all our deeds are by blood and pain Let's lay down our swords now And let the blood dry now It's not our destiny