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I'm as sure as big women barefooted or wearing footies
As cutoff jeans in trailer parks and hoods with hoodies
As Ken and Karen leaving home prepared to attack
Yes as blacks in this country having a bullseye on their back

There are kids in this world that have heard words unslurred
No difference psychologically than when crack or meth purred
Can the words be retrieved, fucking needle withdrawn to before the arm bleeds
A father of my father, mother of my mother, may have planted the seeds

Innocence met with violence is the way humanity is bent
The ill shit that they do to you is savagely designed to make you repent
Say you wanna be better than me, you wanna go farther in life
At twenty years old you don't want four kids and a part time wife

You wanna make something out of yourself, maybe be all that you can be
Well your war begins here motherfucker sharing in our misery
You will get abused randomly, with severity, and no reason or rhyme
The things that you'll experience even in hell they are a crime

Locked away in a closet until you beg for Satan to open the door
Holding your breath in fear of being heard as you cling to the floor
The teachers are asking again is everything alright at home
There has been to many trips down stairs, to many black eyes, and broken bones

To many fucking drunk visits, sometimes by both, late in the night
Hands clasped over a tiny mouth until a little rabbit learns not to fight
The only words said that you remember were beaten into your head
We're the best and everyone else is less, yes, that is what was said

They are no more than animals, who wants to be like them
Ignorant, overweight, hell you can't tell a her from a him
Look at how they live, could you imagine us living like that
As they both turned you over and took you from the back

These teachings took roots that this is the way of the civilized world
Yes some students, some soldiers, are lost but this is the way of the civilized world
Armed survival taught at a young age, heart black as coal pumping rage
Done sold your entire body for crack and meth, what's left at this stage

Come on you wanna be like us now and start taking what you want
You wanna show the world that you're tired of them taking what they want
Bumper stops slipped into multiple gauges, every time you're out pain escapes it's cages
Look around multiple deaths every time that one of these programs engages  
  
 
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