As my thoughts erupt
from the depths of catacombs
in the deep underground
Tiger Tank Blitzkrieg
in your third eye
shaking up your mentals
here we are!
where they ban the ideas of greats
castrate the weak (metaphorically)
and wait to see
if they gonna have to put wholes in your shirt
(shots fired)
leave you at the end of a rope
(swing low sweet chariot)
have mommy crying at a casket
(why him oh lord)
sabotage your plans
bury you in grave never to return
Being black is being
poor in a capitalistic state
never have money
at the end of the month
pressure bust pipes
can't deal gonna rob and steal
caught in a trap
set up by the government
so they can pay the rent
to the world
to keep the black man down
in the penitentiary
Clickity click!
cocked backed the nine
Do you want to live or die.
WE contemplate,
Armed revolt!
Mein Struggle
