A Gangsters Testimony

©Bohemian Nation

I just touched down from a spiritual journey

and perceived the all-seeing eye

radiate

its neon black light

on the gangsters that congregate

in the covert of the night's hours

dreaming and scheming

plotting with demons

deceived by the concept of money and power

I was draped down in black

and walked a dark path

on the plains

where flowers don't grow

the new world order

proclaimed on federal notes

I was paranoid

when making these deals

I felt the evil that came with the business

homie for real

I let the greed overcome my will

I kept hand canons tucked at my waist

just in case

there's going to be murder

up in this place

cause there's bloodshed

in this black market palace

all this

in the name of a majestic status

drug kingpins

holding it down with no rest

cause they're wicked, just like Atlas

the weight of a satanic pillar

bearing down on my soul

as the beast overcast its shadow

all across the globe

my words up

that's my gangster testimony

take it for whatever it’s worth

a glimpse of the life I've witnessed

as I rose with the sun and wondered the earth

©Bohemian Nation