wut is all the speculation for...wut if i didnt grow up black and poor in Baltimore...cought up in the struggle judged for being from the hood... labeled as a thug numbered in ur statistics...come on lets be realistic thats the way them crackers fixed it...whos the real blame for the drugs in the streets and the bars on every corner in the black community...and the projects u dont fucking guard that butta have security where Caucasians at..patrol the whole hood making sure their shit good...and a shoot a black kid wit a bag and black hoodie or beat a nigga bad then lie about his death..i say fuck the government until i take my last breath.inforce marshal law bitch im ready the war..wut u think im coppin all these fucking guns for..dam sure aint for killing off my own kind.. fuck the media as well I got my own damn mind..all they do is lie and cover up the real truth.instead of fessin up feed the public an excuse.fightin for America wuts the fucking use.this is truly how i feel and iaint alone wit it.and i aint scared to bring the action just the way i spit it. til i die im waitin on the war. lets get it.. anarchy revelutionary shit nigga im wit it.lookin for the smoke yea the wildfire kind father looking my brain say i lost my dam mind naw just lost respect for certain type of mankind im tired of kings diein.teens and my queens crying no cap