America:
home of the brave
streets are never paved
how can our children's children be saved
from self destruction?
stop wrongful incarceration,
and the lethal injection without proper inspection;
just for protection we have to keep a weapon...
in the small of our backs...
the heat,
the burner,
whatever you call it,
its all that;
the strap,
the gat,
slang the mac...
when the plot it about to attack,
skills better be a swift react
without worrying about the legal track...
bust your caps
then think about a proper evac...
hit the exit without any lack,
out the back,
don't comprehend cop contact...
they can't knock the hustle
when your muscle is built to rumble
like a T-rex,
my teeth clinch
and it's your death
last breath
from cardiac arrest
even a vest can't protect your cervix
whose next to come test my stress,
when I herbal bless,
oh yeah,
here comes another trigger molest
as we travel to far
and distant lands
our minds think fast like quicksand
but our bodies move slow as if we are sinking...
in the jungle where the beast are not humble
love to royal rumble
and if you blink
you could be thrown in the bink...
5 to 10
for one simple sin...
therefore:
I enter the gravel pit
when I spit
flip into the Bonafide lunatic,
I'm sick,
hit a lion with a brick,
and when it reacts
stand my ground
and grab my pistol grip...