Bronze Nazareth - Black Royalty lyrics

(Intro: Bronze Nazareth) Yeah... (all our ghetto children) Black Royalty, kid... Soak your soul in it, baby... We had many questions (we love ya'll) Black Royalty, yo, yo (Bronze Nazareth) Royal golden, watch my inner soul flowing Like leaves in a Galilee current towards the ocean Grab it and smoke one, but don't overdose lungs I'll trade you these scriptures, if you hand me your guns Made it for students in the school of life I could write a sun ray, author a full moon's light My words are sutchers to a broken future That stitch clouds together, lift you to God, when we lose ya I speak planets, think mountains, deep fountains Bleed messages, tell the welfare kids Place Saturn's rings around a splattered kid's wig Send him to Heaven's gates, to earn his severed wings I great the fallen angels with a second chance On the blankets of d**h, like winter Indian chants (??) My thoughts float through the city, homeless men heard me Found more dreams in my rhymes, than that flask of wild turkey Open and pour it, withdraw it, before he sipped it Put his bottle in his coat and said "that kid is gifted" Follow a spiral staircase into my brain wave Count every step and see exactly where the pain lays Aline my watch with a biological clock Drag the moon into a womb, tell your child, you could watch Then maybe you'll never leave, a fatherless child as a seed Black Royalty, the horns my robe, crown and habitat On the black top, I spoke to Judas, he regretted that Metal gat, my habits like fresh fleets of h**n Look close, and saw the map of Detroit streets, in his arm The city climbed in that old picture of me in the frame And asked the man i used to know, why the f** I changed Told him with no expression, words were on the page Written in goblins, ghosts & the hemoglobin of slaves I drew blood in the shape of the Wu symbol My rhymes are hieroglyphics, left for mystics in temples Carefully build each bar, like I welded you a jail Then smoke from the same plants black magic used to heal And blow the residue in the 9/11 wind direction Stranger than fiction how those buildings stand as missing Back in deep thought like a rich man now homeless Stroke the fire like intern's hips in melty moments This is triumphant warrior overthrow Vivid like my face carved in black foot totem pole They ask whose the Wu-Tang poet so graphic They sent him towards The Wisemen, and he came to Nazareth