From The Heavens

The American eagle:
From Skulls and Bones.
Cometh the Son of God.
His Right hand man
Is a White Woman,
She can’t feel His Soul.

We’re under construction.
Yes, the paint is still wet.
She's under construction,
The lord may not be finished yet.
She is more than an accident
Without a cause.
She is more than a body and brain.
He made her on purpose.
We’re part of his plan;
He cares and knows you by name.

The cup runs over
The White mans shoulder.
Blue collar, Blue steal
Marchin’ to that hip hop beat.
As he grows older,
Putin' His Design is in his folder.

Ready or not,
Hear They come.
They gunna climb up,
And take it boldly.
Ready or not,
You can’t hide.
Whispers are very showy.