Lord AV - Children of Martyrs lyrics

[Hook] Children of Ham Children of Promise Children of Israel Children of Martrys They don't understand No matter what you call us United we stand on the blood of our fathers [Verse 1] Rosa Coretta, Stained her on the same night that he met her Got stains on his Lacoste sweater with every stroke that he hits her The dicks her elixir she drinks until she empties the nuts That she feels, til her past painful memories erupt And its pa**ionate, authentic Shes cries, I don't know why I did this I'm celibate christian Bullsh**ting but that n***a not listening She close her eyes Want to be loved but the harder she tries The more that she dies Only cum inside makes her feel alive He wakes her up and kicks her outside The d**h of her pride The truth that she hides Molested by her daddy when five A pastor of god And Jesus died for that sin on the cross If he was alive He too would break this light p**y off The devil in church, she him peeking up her thigh high skirt That's why she don't go, too many there just to pervert & flirt Rejection it hurts, thinking he seemed so different at first She sends him a naked picture and prays for her soul that it works Shes from the [Hook] [Verse 2] Gabe Foxman Born j**ish but feels adopted His pops watches his progress like he's a stock option Big business nepotism doctrine says he's the next in office But he rather exchange s** for money than accept that offer So he out here braining politicians, corporate bosses That go home to wives & daughters Acting paranoid 'round reporters And the older their years, the more that he fears they'll go into Rigor Mortis When they play their games of bondage & he's Pharaoh in the Torah, In this world of Sodomy wanna go get more of Got a need as a child got no love Trying to please family, but the greed for the green Be the only thing think is important So he tell em bout all of the whoring Give a damn bout any of the fortune Cause they stand on the backs of unfortunate All the open gays, and the blacks, and the poor sick With a portion of price of the Porsche They'd afford childhood dreams now aborted Say they're cursed and the god gave order Jewish Hitlers to minorities His dad looks at him disappointed You a anti-Semite with no loyalty Should've never went against our royalty We'll forever be power over everything, and the [Hook] [Verse 3] J. Muhammad, red little n***a off Stony Island The rebel, the problem that grew up to become Avian Nalej The man that he follows fathered the life that he knows he falls short of Shadow of Malcolm, so either people hate him or support him He never been normal, taught to be formal and repress hormones Developed an emotional imbalance through masturbation and p**no Feelings of inadequacy, in the mosque a black sheep Though it raised him up, can't sit under and s** on a dry teet Milking this game, and bringing it back to his home base While all the naysayers slander and call him a disgrace Then smile in his face, the pain is too great, so he numbs it away He shoulders the weight cause he knows he's built for at end of the day So he sees them elevated places Do deals with blatant racists Trying to make his savior proud 'Fore that wheel come down and take him And he hopes he's never mistaken For no traitor or no pagan For going out amongst the swine Until he bringing home the bacon From the [Hook] [Bridge] Cause we the Martyrs Yeah we the martyrs Steady giving our life since the day that they bought us And we'll continue to fight till the day that the father calls up So stand firmly in place with your f**ing fist balled up and dammit Be a Martyr, yea Be a martyr All of the blood shed of ancestors and forefathers Feel it deep in your veins and all of the pain bottled And rise to make a change and the promise of a new tomorrow Yeah, Children of Martyrs