TranzAtlantiK Kansir
 

I killed a spider, it already rained today.
I'm still a fighter but this game has changed.
I feel the vibe of life, it fills my veins.
I wanna die for whats right but maintain my branch,
as long as i can see the blind then i can take my stance
and stride through the night free from pagan chants.
I'd like to lead the flies from the flames and traps,
But do i have the right to take the chance.
Who to ask, who's wise enough to decide if what we say and act,
is okay or wack. Let me take that back.
I don't think you can answer that.
I don't think, I just dance in masks.
Praying Mantus gigantic, prancing in Tantric trances on advanced chimpanzes.
Gangsters are magnets amplifying my magnitude,
indirect effects are few, although the ants are dying,
magnifying. I am the sun when the sands are drying.
Transatlantic cancer. Pantomiming Loa whispers through a shriveling lotus on a 'sandy Nile'.