Assistance is my pen so I stand
Reminiscing about the renaissance and
How I ran across the whole land
I picture myself holding pistols
Which I got from the holster next to what I piss through
So I’m holding a canister with a lit fuse
Containing liquid fluid that’ll cause mo’ than a bruise
A heckler and smith, my will is like Bruce
A bad man so I flick the spliff at ya shoes
Peek at you looking at the ash
Then laugh at your trash coup that is loose
Like a tipi I’ll leave your wig whammed
Is it a trick or am I damned?
Running through the forest and
My forearm is covered with four cuts and
My ears are buzzing and my head is bugging
Red dots on my jacket I guess I’m locked in
Damn it, is it my time to leave this planet?
They aiming for my chest like Janet
Ducked, they missed I hear them loading the next ten
Bullets in one case
Something in me tells me I gotta embrace
The fact that I lost.. Hell naah, I’m still in the race
So incase they loaded up another case
I dived into the river and
Climbed out after 7 miles shivering
Suddenly realizing I got hit right next to my liver, damn…
Blood coming out red oxygen effected the blueness
It seems time is ruthless like I’m useless
Bleeding to death leaving a trail of red splitting the water like a vampire river
Woke up after a while in an empire staring at the ceiling mirror
With no vision apparently I passed out..
Hieroglyphics on the wall like it’s the past now
Sun shining strong, did I pass south?
Stumbling towards the window with no glass, wow
Instead of cash I see people paying with gold
Is my mind playing or am I really in Egypt far from the cold?
Maybe a delusion caused by an Indian arrow
A bellydancer came in and said ‘what I can do for you ooh mighty pharaoh?’
I replied ‘pharaoh?’
My reflection in the mirror proved her statement to be fair, yo…
To be continued in the next papyrus scroll