These rhymes spat through times of crimes. I can't even remember the ruthless ages of kings and queens battlings for a land they never owned. The planet turned to the stars, the stars to the moon, and the moon to me for the guidance of battle to kill they who would hurt the very hand that fed them. I am the assasin hired by nature to rid her of a plague, a cancer, a virus we call society. Humanity, what you call it has no bearing on me. The government calls it murder, I call it cleansing. Am I terrorist or warrior? killer or healer? If you side with them, I'll have no choice but to stab your ass, because the darkness has evolved into a power at last.

* Note: This was barely more than free association writing done on the back of a movie rental receipt, I do not claim to be Tupac.