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Tha sistas are in so check tha front line
It seems I spent the 80s in a haiti state of
Mind
Cast me into classes for electro shock
Straight incarcerated, the curriculum a cell
Block
Im swimming in half thruts and it makes me
Wanna spit
Instructor come separate the healthy form tha
Sick
Ya weigh me on a scale Im smellin
Burnt skin
Its dark now in dachau and Im screamin from
Within
cause Im cell locked in tha doctrines of tha
Right
Enslaved by dogma, ya talk about my birthrights
Yet at every turn Im runnin into
Hells gates
So I grip tha connan like fanon an pass tha
Shells to my classmates
cause tha bosses right ta live is mine ta die
So Im goin out heavy sorta like mount tai
Wit tha five centuries of penitentiary so let
Tha guilty hang
In tha year of tha boomerang
I got no prosperity but yo Im a piece of it
So let tha guilty hang
In tha year of tha boomerang
And now its upon you