Columbian Ties-GZA the Genius/True Master

What goes around, comes around In his own iniquity he dies, through Columbian ties Faded back to the essence, still forced to learn a lesson All debts must be settled, no question The echo from machine gun rounds simmers A fallen soldier, his gun hangs on his shoulders, lights get dimmer Key swingin' back and forth on the ignition The stench is only part of the horrible condition As he waits for the smoke to clear All he heard was the blast from the bomb that kept ringin' in his ear Along with gun barrin' troops, fatigues and wearin' boots From far away, whether night or day, you hear 'em shoot It's a very unforgiven and hostile environment Where military hardware is the only requirement A world where the deceased is just a thing of the past And each and every advance is more costly than the last A President's madness, responsible for losses Political forces, land littered with corpses Like the youth in the street, who gamble and gets scarred Even the troops in the field, bet it all on one card Some question they reason for bein' here Face an incredible odd and a recession that's so severe Raised in the shadow of a terrible loss And the atmosphere, even breathin' air can cost A place where the majority is goin' for self With the agenda not far beyond, personal wealth It's like, either you eat, or you die from hunger Starving to death, until the coroner calls your number With no bread to bite or break from off the table The caskets had exceeded the number of cradles When it's dark, danger falls across the plateau Unmaskin' your deceit, in the streets that sat low These stompin' grounds are known to bring misfortune Fueled by his obsessions, he murder for portions And died from of a miserable death, his final undoin' His biggest downfall was from the people he left What goes around, comes around In his own iniquity he dies, through Columbian ties Faded back to the essence, still forced to learn a lesson All debts must be settled, no question What goes around, comes around In his own iniquity he dies, through Columbian ties Faded back to the essence, still forced to learn a lesson All debts must be settled, no question