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My Knowledge My Gun

My knowledge my gun
I remember the first period bell rung
the Star Spangled Banner sung
But soon reality begun
Guinea, Dago, Wop,
Mick, Jew, nigga……stop!
Let me just get my head together
Before I decide for which side I will die for
Y’all look the same to me
Ready to pin the blame on me
None of y’all every really liked me
You the same dudes that took my bike from me
Now you want me to do what to who?
No way
you fools are to disorganized and stupid for me anyway
Got out of that neighborhood
When my old man stared doin good
But he didn’t do good for very long
So now I’m back where I belong
Spitting lies, dodging flies
Beatin other guys
Hiding when I cry
Saw all the jive that kept me alive.
I knew some kids who lived in the projects
The Projects?
Didn’t take me long to see what that project was all about
It worked so good for the red man
Turned them right around to the dead man
No banks, no hope no schools no law
But plenty of liquor stores for y’all
And of course plenty drugs to manage
Slammied on like a mustard sandwich.
And guess when it snaps back like a bungi
When You see five year old kids sniffing glue in third world countries
They say hey Joe even you believe in conspiracies
I say hell no!
There aint nothing here that seems hidden to me
Lets see
75% of DC brothers in the joint
AIDS Killing Gays,
blacks, Hispanics, junkies and Hookers on the Point
Laws passed after 911 taking away our basic nights
And now you want my guns
Heres what I say
Call off the war on our people
and then you might get my guns
If you all behave yourselves
BTW where did we learn all these killing ways
From movies Tv or video games
Hell no
We learned this kind of problem solving from you
You know who I’m talking about don’t cha
Want something? kill those whove got it
Want someone to believe what you believe brainwash them
and if that don’t work kill em
Wanna neutralize someones thoughts and fears Drug em
Want us to hate who you hate……well
You get the picture
This aint no secret
no New World Order
This is the Same Old Order to me
Have a nice day

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