Little piece of my heart like Janis

No Joplin

But pure hip hoppin

As they try to ban us

Crazy flight time no jacket

Or ticket

Wilson Picket had soul

Fat trax so the rappers

Can kick it

Alan freed the waves

As much as

Lincoln freed da slaves

Its here I bleed and some

Bled until dead

I got the rhythm from this

Headbanger

Who used to fly high

Now he's just hangin in da hanger

Hangin around homeless

In a city of no hope I can't cope

Just to think

See they used to call it dope