"Now I can't pledge allegiance to your flag, 'cause I can't find no reconciliation with your past. When there was nothing equal for my people in your math, you forced us in the ghetto, and then you took our dads.
The belly of the beast. These streets is demon's abs. I'm telling you that set up and them sit ups is so sad. The system is a slab, corruption is the swinger. Sitting high, riding dirty, drag racing into danger. And it's so clean, pine trees smelling good. With work off in the trunk, and nikkas in the hood.
So I can't shed blood on any battlefield of yours. I pray the ugly truth comes and shatters your decor. And as it all falls down and tatters on the floor, I shed tears. I don't know what really matters anymore."