the deed And the all White jury agreed Rubin Carter was falsely tried The crime was murder "One" guess who testified? Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied And
black on black Matter of fact, go get ya chrome 'Cause I rather be broke together than rich alone Clappin' em' down, backin' em' down Fuck what ever happened before, I'm what
me Overpowered me and beat the shit out of my face Like it's the job clock in an hour And how are we the ones who powered these machines And we can't
know That life is really of rough And your mama comes and hits you With a plastic telephone And she's gone and told you You're not even home And she
speech, or every now and then you read something in one of those Where Are They Now? columns. Whatever became of Deanna Durbin and Hubert Humphrey and
cheek and let dem faggits walk away But god gave me a vision and now a thug sees What would happen in da hood If the vice lords and G's All came together
the Northern lights and imagining there'd been a nuclear holocaust and that I was the only human being left in all of North America and what would I do then. And then
a knife, took poor Danny's life And then he turned his own cold hand It's just a Cuban crime of passion, messy and old fashioned Yeah that's what the
constitution says we all got a right to speak Say what we want tip, your argument is weak Censor records, tv, school books too And who decides what's
and then cooked that shit And what we gave back was crack music And now we ooze it through they nooks and crannies So our mammas ain't got to be they cooks and
brah, The ghost in the machine It's the phantom of this opera Let's find the truth behind America's hit and run As they heard me rearin' and tearin'
's on to Texas and to (Geeoorrggiiaa) They tell you what they want, show you what they want you to see But they don't let you know what's really goin
just don't confuse it, What happens is you's get rude and then I loose it, I'm scatless (? ? ), I blow your two ears off the atless, With a gat thats bigger then
or at the source awards scratchin our heads like "what happened??" if the kids would've disclosed that you all lost if you just ask them out to plant life that sits and
' ants I'm thinkin', what happened to my ma You know? And ever since then I've had a strong opinion About the psychopathic fools that's alive today In America
Latino and black people who are struggling to get food, clothes and shelter in the hood are so concerned with that, that philosophising about freedom and
what would happen, Wondered when and why, What would happen to our little love affair, Between my country and me, Oh, oh, my country tis of thee, Oh, time went by and
in the jungle, so the lion go for the pray in the concrete jungle, ducks and goose turn into gazelles, running in the jungle. ..in history, tell me what really happened