Karma is knockin'

 

 

 The story of humankind

(the ugly, the pigs and the mean)

I'm diving into a little spot

Undrewing all your sckemes and knots

and singing like a little bird

smelling the flowers in the air

outside my door

My ancestours are still comin'in

giving you bruses to work on through

and you still voodoo at my heart

and all of you are going to start

to feel the pain you wish to me

Karma is knockin at your door

I'm flying and watching you fade 

trying to hit a big parade

your trail is going to smell like it is

Your resentful will not blow the scale

some of you are going to feel

like job inside god's whale

From the ex's till the sucker

don't call me brother

from the church minister 

since an corrupt officer to jealous women

you're going pull the strings of shit

it's not my problem you can't have 

your own wheel,

parasites will want to be killed.

and death will be far,

for you never near 

Repent yourself sister

do not call him mister

knock knock, who is it?

Cause and effect law

to assist you 

but you can call me karma

the nearest thing you see of dharma.

 

Written on May, 2025