Cla**ic Material Peace, peace, peace Seven Inner Crescent More science and lessons Yes, hand crafted in Medina... Fresh! A portrait in the mantle place realer than the shades A hand on your shoulder and your dreams turn slow Friend or foe? Debt, no it's an a**et Medicine or madness? Skywalking leaping for the beacon in the greater upper cabinets Eat to live versus live to eat It's heirloom, flatware, and murder in the streets Pa**ed the blood in the streets, the king spat, “Peace.” Heaven stretch in degrees that don't crease and creation can't cease So speak of reverence in its presence Peace pa**ed pleasure Home is the adventure Black master math can't measure Surname: Forever High end, market low, impulse control We mold ice cold, hot dice to roll Stand sturdy like stones and bones Raw nerves are posed Flesh, full ceremony dressed Naked ambition, who the sure shot next? New vein on the shell gained A window for the vet ‘Til everything is seized in the nature of the threat You gotta stand up and hold it down for your set In terms of physics that didn't sound corrected But it's chill, and very necessary nonetheless So yes, lets Life is short yet it goes on and on We all die and don't stay dead at all It's a road every soul must pa** along You can pa** or fall or elevate your soul You see, the world is mine and the world is yours Given in trust by the All for One and The One for all That you are living in the building Builders or demolitions Openings and endings It is written