[First Verse]
My fore fathers was bought and sold, raped and sodomized
Now after eight hundred years you decide to apologize

Apology not accepted, too late for repentin'
Time to ride, homicide to William Clinton
That $$# rippin', penetrated with baseball bats

Shoot him up with !@(% and get him hooked on crack
Black folks been sufferin' in the United States
These United Snakes got us in divided States

Shell-shocked, Hell's got to be here on Earth
In the ghetto circumstances can't get no worse
Certain chances we takin' to survive, we got no choices

So we rappin' hopin' we can make it happen with our voices
I was too smart for football, too short for hoops
So I rode with the Crips and cliques thick with troops

X-Raided them tricks hated but I don't give a $#&@
Uneducated (*##$es don't realize they stuck
You're oblivious to the fact that your life is hideous

We're holdin' our own and we don't need you to pity us
Plus, we got our own kind holdin' us down
Those who sold their souls, but it'll be cold

When we catch you, I bet you'll receive the death sentence
Turnin' racist generals into pulp non-fiction
Circumcision the "G" way

Murder the D.A.
Hit 'em with hollow slugs, show him no lee-way


[Chorus: x2]
It's too late for apologies $#&@ your sorrow
Doin' it one day at a time yellin' "$#&@ tomorrow!"

In the streets it's crack, guns, and infected (*##$es
Genocide on the down-low, the White Man's wishes


[Second Verse]
My father figures was Arnold "Schwarza^!$$%" and Sly Styllone
Puttin' visions of murder in a ^!$$%'s dome, early on

I grew up, watchin' Al Pacino and Nino Brown
Tarentino is the one who let me know how to put it down
Television created a gang of ^!$$%s like me

We learned how to kill at home watchin' T.V.
It poisoned my mind as a youth
Introduced me to money, mayhem, and murder, I'm the product it produced

Let me loose to prowl, now they sayin' I'm a killer
Cuz European ideology's all about the scrilla
Ain't y'all feelin' the devastation you're causin' the Earth?

Steady exploitin' the milk of this (*##$ for all that it's worth
When it's ready to blow up, they gone leave this World and go on to Mars
Leave us torn and everybody up will be reachin' for stars

Why my people so caught up in money, cars, and (*##$es?
Don't you realize, you're fulfillin' the White Man's wishes?


[Chorus]

[Third Verse]

Lord forgive for all the blood that his body bled
And all the tears that his Mommy shed
The book says "Thou Shalt Not Kill", but I've seen more blood spill

Than all them vets on Hamburger Hill
It's real post war syndrome
I went to see my homie but his Mama told the homie been gone

And every time I turn around, it's a body on the ground
Fresh gun shot wounds, but he didn't hear a sound
When he came out the womb, nobody told him he would be dead so soon

The gauge went BOOM
It's America, I know you got a cure for AIDS
We need a cure for rage, on the rampage

Can you feel it? The tension's in the air thick
And hate got me so high I'm gettin' airsick
You got my people broke, lookin' for a buck to borrow

Doin' it one day at a time, !#@* TOMORROW!
$#&@ your song!
I want revenge! I got a beretta named Vendetta

Time to answer for your sins ^!$$%
And when you meet your creator tell him I said, "I apologize"
But I gotta ride...


[Chorus: repeat til' fade]