I can feel the circle squeezing
the invisible walls contracting
as we get nearer
to the undefined border
I'm ready,
to go out in obscurity and a blaze of glory
I've got my blade in my eye
my heart somewhere in a black cerise sky
The jaws of the hunters
nipping at my feet
MaC ing
on the horns of a dilemma
lounging in the catbird seat

There will be no celebration
No exultation
Just a moment in time
When I regain what's rightfully mine
A day when a new page is 
added to an old book,history
scripted in the blood of the innocent, 
the guilty and the unworthy
They're here
The spawns of hell
The "black" citizenry
In the big  "Apple" of plenty
I'm ready

I've got my blade in my eye
my heart somewhere in a black cerise sky
My pulse, singing a "cold" yellow beat
MaC ing
on the horns of a dilemma
lounging in the catbird seat

Time, it's almost MaC Time
on a dime