A.D.O.S.

Became a menace to society once I started talking
Stumbling blocks placed in my path upon walking
Chalking outlines of my image all over the ground
Those hating my presence don't want me around

Pound for pound I'm considered the greatest threat
Still haven't removed that noose from my neck yet
A script by Will Lynch placed a bounty on my head
And Jim Crow said that I'll never get ahead

Elders are dead and gone after enduring the storms
Instead of making atones they just say move along
Since it was so long ago my demands should stop
Why should they pay for the iniquities of their pops

Many on top ascended there because of free labor
Enjoying all the finer things and savoring the flavors
Then gave the leftovers to their heirs with silver spoons
Leaving me to fend for self like some savage goon