Oh yeah I'm in the fast lane snorting candy yams
That free my body and soul and send me like shazzam
Never question who I am
God knows
And I know god personally
In fact he let's me call him me
Yea I'm serious "B"
Dogon niggas plotted shit lovely
But the feds is also plotting me
They're trying to imprison my astrology
Put our stars behind bars
Our stars and stripes
Using blood splattered banners as nationalist kites
But I control the wind, that's why they call it the hawk
I am Horus, son of Isis, son of Osiris
Worshiped as Jesus resurrected
The flag we rally around and use to uplift our sense of ourselves as a nation is actually soiled from the bloody conquest our country was built on. 
 
 Also, in prisons a “kite” is a written form or piece of correspondence.
Amethyst Rocks