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Shots rang out

And victims drop -

A million civilians killing criminals & cops...

Blocks packed with niggas in the suburbs,

And the outskirts of cities,

Where the percentage is high in the minority report...

Trying to survive this white on white crime,

As the president sits speechless on his black hide...

Continuing to hide out the truths about

How many hoes he's slept with in the Black House -

Turned crack house...

Cause you know niggas are snouting through the ass hole...

Marion Barry was a cracker before he took the powder to his nose...

I'm on the run from the law

Cause I made it to Corporate America...

And when I salute the flag

I say, "God bless South Africa..."

My... coun...try tears... of thee...

Enslaved and robbed me of my humanity...

But I guess now I am free

All I see is the Chinese fighting for affirmative action...

And the president passing laws to keep crack on the streets...

But the crackers in the projects protesting,

Cause they can't afford the 10 percent tax increase...

At least I aint got to worry about the Stock Market crash...

All of my investments in crack is rising fast...

And my stocks are the bonds between me and the Supreme Court -

The jury is actually of my peers -

And white women are forced to pay child support...

Or incarcerated for the lack there of...

Now on a chain gang...

Sanging tunes to change,

And take their minds off of the sweat & heat the Sun brangs...

Humming, "pain is love..."

Studying the Nation of Islam from a caucasion professor -

Addressing unity,

And the only color that seems to matter is one they can't see...

Cause whether that "green" or that yellow "cheese",

Currency is hindered by Black Supremecy...

Now tell me that aint ironic...

But I guess these are the things you see through a Black mind of insomniac.



The Prodigal One...