All I See Is Red

V. 1

Dear God,

All I see is Red Rum

Murder on our back lawns

Black King Kongs with

Black pistols painting Teflons

Shooting with a red ink

and a vengeance

Blood Hounds

Hunting through the slums

with a gold badge and a fire arm

Similar to Saigon

Worldwide, Gun Fire

Big Shoulder City neck deep into a bonfire

Popo's picking up more bodies than the Red line

Shining like an albino's eyes,

Our bloody crimes,

Blood rhymes

spitting through these rap icons

from the streets to the opium farms

of radical Islam

while young bloods

sent to the slaughter in a surplus

And politics' a bloody mess

'Cuz All I hear is "Pay Us"

with Big Brother blue eyes

watching over every fence

cameras on the corners

like a red communist

Blood boiling,

Red Cobra coiling,

Watch for the poison!

The end times are red

like a fire burning.

Chorus: All I see is Red (4x)

v.2

Masses hyped off that Red Bull

like the bull and the hype that we read in the Red Eye

America in lust we trust for violence

just like bloody Rome, but in Modern times

Teeth Red, Vampires

Blood thirsty hits

get the big dimes

and blood hungry blockbusters

satisfy desire for our bloody minds

like diamonds in Uganda

Bloody mines

and headlines written in black

should transcribe to a red font

"cuz the glorify crimes and get the stock

Case in point: Hip Hop

Born from the body rock

but now promoting body counts

in large amounts, sounding out

Brainwashing shorties on their ipods

Red and Bach

popping every seed when its red and hot

You know its popping season when the temps are hot

and blood and coolaide

are poured out on the same blocks

but mankind's more concerned with

Red Stock, Red Wine,

and Red Bras

Red like a stop sign

Drive By

Pop

And All I see is black hearts

Chorus: All I see is Red (4x)

Bridge:

Come, see our bloody streets so red

The evilness outside so grave

So red

But Lord, you know our souls are filthy

So black

We chosen our own way instead

And made a mess of it all

All that is

v.3

But all I see is martyrdom

Christ's bloody arms

and a prophetic psalm

Mocking Roman guards

and a crown of thorns

Hearing it is done

Metamorphed my vision crimson

from the Risen Son

until I'm dead and gone

My eyes are red imaging

like heat seeking gun

Hope in Resurrection

Gotta run

Praying like Gethsemane

The day has come

and my cup is red suffering

But my path is like a refuge

Running in the red zone for freedom through artillery

Red marks the death of me

But Life be the Christ in me

And guarantee Booga's bloody thirsty for eternity

So I'm perching in the High Tower

shooting sharpened arrows at the enemy

God forbid,

I settle for less than a legacy

because I'm laced in a favored team

Sweat shop laboring

Red Eyed, Wes craving savoring

the bloody gift given

Hope In red letters

It is written

Now all I see is crimson