Delta Hunter

Reality is a coward

It's posed with is strategies, short forms of power 

I didn't stop at nothing. 

The world scared me when the world neglected me 

I was born to riches, riches God handed my city 

You would believe your tales about your city to be a city even without the amenities 

Mine had no health 

My city wasn't healthy 

The Government hurt us 

They pay no attention to us 

They raid us and pollute our lands 

They said it was the only way for the country to survive 

What of us? 

Are we not the country?  

Scared within and outside 

Blessed but living in penury 

I wouldn't understand that 

I've tried but it isn't coming to me 

I live poor 

Within a community few live large 

I would investigate at a later hour 

But this hour I have to pay attention to Eddie 

I have to pay attention to my god

He shows me how to survive where I've been left to die 

It's been a world of oil faces and ashy feet 

He told me about the way 

The way our likes survive 

Our likes find a way for themselves 

In a system where we don't matter 

We at least matter to ourselves 

This way needs my signature on earth 

Inked with blood 

I sign, life or death 

They say it's Red and Blue 

Red is death and Blue is life 

I signed it to see it 

See it help myself 

The way involves a lot 

Chemicals at night on the heavy 

Heavy pipelines laid by the white men 

Them white men collaborating with our greed 

Our selfishness 

To the detriment of my like 

So we find a way 

A way to fix a pipe within the pipe and pump the crude 

Barrels rolled at night to camps 

Camps of crude 

Crude in crude 

Death is seen 

Within the crude, death is seen 

Within the crude life is lost 

But that's how we are on the lookout 

On the lookout for the greedy enemy 

To ruin them, we need to prosper 

We burn of the gas to waste 

The white men are angry 

We waste gas and the tar 

They make money off of it all 

We burn off the gas and tar 

That's the best you can do 

Refining crude with crude 

We know we waste it but we have to do it 

They claim they know better 

Maybe they do 

But when we cry, those tear drops are true 

So they come to hunt us 

Under the white man's orders 

They call us hooligans 

They tag is vandals 

But who are really the vandals? 

This is our land

They spill oil on us and kill our crops 

They kill our ecosystem 

Fishes fry before they are born 

Our mothers are called names 

Our children starve 

So they take advantage of your girls 

Exploiting on our hunger 

The hunger they caused 

So we hunt them too 

They are like a crocodile attack on us 

So we hunt them 

A crocodile that left it's water to come hunt 

Hunt on our lands 

So we hunt them 

We hunt them like we need their skin for a special leather 

Their flesh for a special meal 

Their tail for a fancy razor 

Their blood for a fancy heal 

So we hunt them 

Just like they hunt us 

We hunt them till we make a perfect kill 

Devil's Scourge | The Vyrus