In the back of my brain
I hear those chains
dripping wet from perspirated sweet
and the pouring rain,
tired of going against the grain,
constantly experiencing pain,
folks detained losing their fame,
family rearranged;
more thangs change the more
they remain the same,
flipped the game like kane,
switch it up and change my name,
spit it back, blaze a sack, relax,
contemplate the facts, extract the
meek from the weak, load my heat,
feed my seeds, kiss my Queen,
hustling, clocking cheese, so my
kids can eat, labeled a beast in
these streets, cock it back and
release;
ain't no peace 'til violence cease;
killing us like sickly sheep,
cottonfields and slavery ships,
shipping us like swords and shields,
along the way many raped and killed,
life is real, secret plots revealed,
documents concealed, whats the deal,
destroy and build or maintain and chill,
blood spilled, busted grills, popping pills;
I'll die so my seeds can live,
slugs I give, threaten my kids;
drenched in blood, grave predug;
souls unplugged from the cradle to the grave,
witness the mind of an educated slave,
born renegade, neglected rage,
locked inside my cage, turn the page and
enter a panther's brain
