The 3nki Chronicles (III)

[the Draç]

The Chronic's Bubonic is always ironic.

Psionic Rihanna, my birthday maneana.

My gift of the gab, to teach you to be nice.

Jesus Christ was not the only one to walk on ice.


From a lump of coal, to a diamond, the tenfold.

To reap what you sow, I collected your family's sol.

The block is hot, the Sun that Sets.

I pray that your "journey" is not on the day of rest.


Rhyme and reason, to gather in due season.

The cream of the crop, the sickle like Pac.

Pass me the "Roc," the sniper shot from the top.

To walk the walk, and talk the talk.


So now it's ashes to ashes, and dust to dust.

Confused on what chi is for, you think it's for lust.

To polish my sword, to wipe off the rust.

Ye faith is weak, in my God you must trust.