Tha sistas are in so check tha front line

It seems I spent the '80s in a Haiti state of

Mind

Cast me into classes for electro shock

Straight incarcerated, the curriculum a cell

Block

I'm swimming in half thruts and it makes me

Wanna spit

Instructor come separate the healthy form tha

Sick

Ya weigh me on a scale I'm smellin'

Burnt skin

It's dark now in Dachau and I'm screamin' from

Within

'Cause I'm cell locked in tha doctrines of tha

Right

Enslaved by dogma, ya talk about my birthrights

Yet at every turn I'm runnin' into

Hells gates

So I grip tha connan like fanon an pass tha

Shells to my classmates

'Cause tha bosses right ta live is mine ta die

So I'm goin' out heavy sorta like mount tai

Wit tha five centuries of penitentiary so let

Tha guilty hang

In tha year of tha boomerang

I got no prosperity but yo I'm a piece of it

So let tha guilty hang

In tha year of tha boomerang

And now it's upon you