I Ain't Racist But Lets Trade Places.

They Wanna Bury Me Im Worried. Im Loosin My Mind Look Down The Barrel Of My Nine And My Visions Blurry. Fallen To Pieces Am I Guilty? I Pray To The Lord But His Laws Be Unfortunate Because Im Guilty.

Though Are Hands Are Chained Like They Are, They Haven't Taken Music From Us Yet. So That's How I'll Fight. People Tell Me Don't Quit Like Everyone Else. I Wont Have No Fear.

And In Turn I'm Hostile Guess You Could Call Me Anti-social. Niggaz Shakin Like They Caught The Holy Ghost When I Approach Em.

Before I Write I Let My Mind Go Blind And Let The Lord Do His Thing.

I'm Used On Every Level. I Have No Friends. I Have No Resting Place. I Never Sleep. I Can Never Close My Eyes. It's Horrible.