Gather around children as the sound's buildin', but will it be found appealin'? I was a street soldier dealing to stack money from the ground to the ceiling. My heart was calloused with malice, while others drowned in their feelings. My gated palace was the community jail. I was always jaded in status when opportunities failed. All the madness and the badness was soon to be derailed. Stupid bail bondsmen straight moving like a snail. If the prosecuting female prevails, I'm gon' be nailed doing some serious Federal prison detail. But let's backup to why I would dare to act up, the math bruh against my race and class is jacked up. Their authorities attack us in the streets. They seem like gentleman, but really more like George Zimmerman on the beat. They're playing for keeps, pulling out heat on every Black person they meet. I know as I speak, it sounds like a complaint. And so shall it always until they show some restraint. Let's paint the social picture, Israelites and Native Americans are a fixture in the concentration camps of this Hitler. Oh, if I had the nuclear codes, I would target certain abodes and afar off, watch every nuke here explode. Down with this principality. Oh my gosh!Sorry for the technicality, unstable is my mentality, I promise I'm back to reality. You can blame it on my duality. Validly it's an abnormal normality. Hallowed it be the name of the omnipotent, omnipresent, omniscient, eternal essence in majestic magnificence. Please help me through this stormy weather, that my mind is performing better, and me and enslavers can get along together.