Am I

Lyrics

Am I a killer with a gun shooting rounds of inspiration? Or an agitator wanting to control the situation Am I the brother 'pon the corner that you cannot ignore? Or the evil in you life that cuts right to de core Am I a new age therapy spreading fear and disease? Or a master being told him can't do as him please Am I a warrior in a battle between war and peace? Or a mild mannered janitor waiting to unleash Am I a shaking hand ruling with a nerve of steel? Or a storm blowing winds that nobody can feel Am I a chemical mixing up a weapon of construction? Or an elevator moving in a lateral direction Am I a pilot flying solo 'pon the wings of a jet? Or an assassin paid to execute remorse and regret Am I a colonizer breaking the chains for liberation? Or an activist to scared to fight the revolution I'm neither, wrong or right Neither, black or white Cut straight down the middle like a surgical knife I'm neither, wrong or right Neither, black or white Cut straight down the middle like a surgical knife Am I a dead man walking talking inna him sleep? Or a clasped hand praying without no belief Am I a heat beat beating a pattern of frustration? Or a pacifist wanting to bomb another nation Am I a dark cloud spreading light and introspection? Or a detonator ticking in the wrong direction Am I a sinner feeling shame for the things I should have done? Or a father to bold to embrace his own son Am I a collective thought inside of a twisted mind? Or a drug fuelled addiction of the spiritual kind Am I a sound wave traveling at the speed of light? Or a vampire frightened of the afterlife Am I judgment masquerading as a moment of glory? Or a hostile alien killing all before me Am I a deep-rooted shame that you want to express? Or a stripper inna bar to 'fraid to undress Am I a gaping wound healing with a cut from a knife? Or naked corpse whipped within an inch of its life Am I air, breathing life into death and destruction? Or the soil that buries all hopes of a resurrection Am I the stale stench of sex passing for love and affection? Or the legions 'pon your skin that foil an erection Am I guilt so guilty I believe I've been wronged? Or the shackles clasped around my neck to prove I belong Am I a dog-eared bible used to pray upon my sins? Or an ambush waiting for the war to begin Am I the weak will of desire yearning for less? Or the skeletal remains of de new flesh Am I an alien incarnation summoned from within? Or the monotone faces dat need coloring in?