Take home to where I’m from
Take me home away from Babylon
Take me back to where I’m from
Take me back away from Babylon
Don’t be afraid of destiny or paradise
Your path is right, I’ll walk with you with no compromise
These are blessings placed and may you decide
So real to you but still we realize
Ohhh
Take me home to where I’m from
Seems so far from where I dawn
Take me home to where I’m from
Peasantry alone
My mind is the mothership,
I can soar space because of it More further I fly the deeper my subject get Sun eclipse,
Stars align,
I see Mars when I rhyme
Knowledge is miles when the bars combine
The Pen is the tank,
the fuel is the ink
Soon as I think, it’s just like my mind move from the blink
Call the pages my runway;
the book is my launch pad
Soon as the sun blaze,
its Renaissance on glass
Virginity is question, non-perception
The Achozen,
resurrect in the resurrection
Paradigm shift in a light aim direction
Sharp sword slice the Immaculate Deception