"Promoe the number one public enemy with split personalities/ And both rap for anarchy./ Keeping my beard long like pops in the seventies/ Burning flags screaming fuck the Kennedies./ Many see me as a hoodlum at best a good bum/ Letting out anger over bass and snare drums./ Fucking up eardrums of those with high income/ Holding king Carl Gustav for ransom./ Leaving Madeleine in labour pains while I'm bombin' trains/ Tryin' to bring back the days of '36 in Spain/ And y'all claim I'm too negative/ Talkin' bout Sweden's really a nice place to live./ Oh I'm supposed to be satisfied cause I got a fatter life/ Than my brothers and sisters who die on the other side of the planet/ It's all connected god damn it/ If you leave the third world stranded./ The first and the second will soon be drowned/ In the blood sweat and tears of the people we hold down./ Hold up! That's something you will never understand/ Fuck that man, I'm tryin' to take a stand./ You might just laugh but I'm tryin' to walk a righteous path/ Stumblin' though, drunk off of wine made from grapes of wrath/ Me I'm tired of doing the math when nothing adds up/ The good's always down the bad's up that sucks/ Life's a bitch and then you die/ Wrong life's a biiatch and then you decide/ To do something about it/ Shit'll only drive you crazy if you allow it/ Everyday I wake up late in the afternoon/ Thinkin' to myself something's gotta happen soon/ I'm rackin' food at the corner store to make ends meet/ Spent my last dime on the hard disc and the MPC/ Embee, me, Cosmic, Supreme put out cream to make this dream come true/ Invest my life in this Looptroop crew/ State got me on trial again this time I'm innocent/ But of course I got convicted cus they want every cent/ If it ain't rent or taxes they charge me a fine/ For being at the wrong place at the wrong time/ With the wrong state of mind the state wants what's mines/ But the government is thugs so I'm a resort to crime/ As well I don't care about jail/ Cus all I do all day anyway is lift weights and masturbate/ Then I try and get it straight cus the voice inside my head be keeping me awake at night/ Forcing me to stay up and write. Some dope material so that I might/ Turn this negative shit into positive cus something's gots to give, fuck it I gots to live/ Fuck it I gots to live../ "