Mystic City - Killah Priest

=Unknown  maybe Kavalier= =Killah Priest= 
I've found a star  [what's deal god  I heard you got some] 
I've found a star  [bad news about Killah Priest  ya know] 
I've found a star  [out here  right now it's madness ] 
where do we go from here  [things going on  word  shooting up ] 
after the storm is clear  [lotta cops  ya know what I'm sayin ] 
where do we go from here  [it's madness that's going on in the] 
after the storm is clear... [world today, so what I've gotta do is] 
[open up my mind, and then try to, ya] 
[know, take it from there, from what I] 
[can build, ya know what I'm saying?] 
[cuz, ain't nobody gonna, nobody gonna] 
[look out for me...] 
=Killah Priest= 
It's the end of the road, It's like the red moon, 
over Tibet, theory of the 12 monkeys, left in this cold war hungry, 
we kill over blood money, the cops seem to think it's funny, 
we murder over pennys and crumbs, plenty of guns, 
crammed in the city slums, the man pity none, 
for this next millenium, kids starving when they breath, 
you can see they kidneys and lungs, they left blind, skinny and dum, 
sights far from a pretty one, praying to god, when will he come, 
but half of my crew is atheists, 
while the other halfs waiting on a spaceship, I can't take it, 
screaming life is what you make it, so called fake-friends, 
they all snakes in the end, trying to hide they face, 
try to blend one mistake, I see them grin, 
try to say we have the same king, cuz we have the same skin, 
I live amongst the unholy, we all role weed, thick as Jamaican 
rollies, 
until the lords scold me, and told me, you'll be my next Moses, 
go sake the hopeless and homeless, with eviction notice, 
arrive like the infant Joseph, with a grudge to Ceasar, 
like