(I see my sister fighting and then I see them both on the ground and

I′m trying to get my sister and then one officer came and

Then he picked me up and then he slammed me slam on the ground)

I tell 'em you ain′t gotta heartbeat or a soul but I'm gonna murder ya

Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa- you a robocop I'ma show a circuit ya

Beat the hood dirty I′ma do you dirtier

I′m standing over the face of a cop with a gat end of the story

I'ma take y′all back 20 hours earlier

This what heads off the nonsense

A cop walks in to break up a simple fight to anybody stab a teenage

Girl unconscious

They don't see human beings they see monsters

Police are getting to brainwash them the facts news brainwash them

And when the empire puts tips in your brain forget it mate

Shit you say niggas can′t stop 'em

They murder us crazy in the head compassion for none

They don′t look at you and see a man they see some an alien stare

That's why I'm asking to the police what kind of beast

Do you have to become to kill have of us for fun

Would you have shot Kamir in that was your son

You pulled us over we got to bling Capitol One

Go back where your from I′m strap with the drum

I′m at if you cap you be crapped in the lung

You trashed in the slum feeling like you didn't want it to stop it

Crack in the back if you run

You left out of college

Parents can′t believe that police did your deed in death Mc

The upper class they ain't in trance cuz even if they ask in laws

They might never believe it

Under hypnoses the empire hit ′em with their memory wipers

So they don't remember they liked us

If they don′t see us asking revenge they don't give a f*ck if

Our enemies stipe us

I've told ′em you ain′t gotta

Heartbeat or a soul but I'm gonna murder ya

Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa- you a robocop I′ma show a circuit ya

You did the hood dirty I'ma do you dirtier

Standing over the face of a cop with a

Gat with only one shot end of the story

Just like I said earlier

(The observer takes many forms the observer collects human data

Suffering is ageless oppression is timeless

Lets go back the year in 1932 the place Indiana)

I got nowhere to go (I got nowhere to go)

Cuz they kicked in my door (Cuz they kicked in my door)

Then they killed all my folks (Then they killed all my folks)

And they took all my hope (And they took all my hope)

I′m on the train tracks (Train tracks)

I'm on the train tracks (I′m on the train tracks)

I ain't coming round here again (Coming round here again)

Till I get my selfs pay back (Get my selfs pay back)

He slept all night at the railroad tracks with no nav stack

His own vat was his death

He just kicked back relaxed in his head with an old back pack

Dreaming about leaving town and never go back

But this is no ham fact

This is the fray grade hurts breaks grinds then you squeaking

Woke him up climbed to his feat

He started running alongside the train timing his leap

But don't fear when tears dry to

His feat cuz he was crying in his sleep

His heart beat fast he′s skipping town with everything he has

His clothes his life and his past got a nightmare in past

See it was April 19th the night he

Saw knights crossed in a white sheep

Eight men came in by the sound they

Just wanted to get some nights sleep

They slaughtered them like sheep

Before they cut his mother to the white meat

He told her her younger son to run and

Hopped out the window and hit the side street

Look back the corner and see the father′s body doorman

Hanging like a ornament on a pine tree

Why me death came riding on horses survivors

The forces of course have Survivors remorses

That night the source that changed the course of his life

They mored him into the life of an orphan

Before that s**t was perfect now he's raising himself on the streets

Doing our job on a different circuit

He′s shining white mens shoes

They call him niggar while the kid is working

But he's plotting revenge so this s**t is worth it

He put himself through college with that polish

His past he was demolished it with knowledge

But he promised to avenge the death of his mama and father

So he hit his murderers in dead with the sunna of a scholar

Some white men really befriended

But others he simply pretended his memories trigger resentment

Memories of the misery he mentally lived with

Misery you figure his success would instantly end it

No cuz one day he walked to the coffee shop

Waiting for a cup of Jo longer than he ever waited

He′s at the back door cuz immigration was regulated

The owner know he was educated but the law was segregated

He sitting there thinking damn you think getting coffee is a hurdle

Then he heard that made his blood hurdle

The same voice from that forsaken night

The same voice that told his mama I'm about to take your life

The voice that told his mum this is my favorite knife

Then pushed it in her gut and told her say goodnight

The thirst for revenge became to hard to stop

Knew he wouldn′t get no justice if he called the cop

Ran inside with an old pistol his father bought

People shout like who let this niggar in this coffee shop

The voice of the killer was heard loudly

I'll kick this niggar out right now and do it proudly

That's when the black man pulled his gun he threw it wildly

The crowd jump pointed it at the killer told him

I′ll be damned if I let you get away with what you did

I′ve been waiting to kill you with my father's gun since I was a kid

One two three shots four five six

The men now a dead he didn′t know it would go like this

None of this is planned one minute he's ordering some coffee

Next minute the gun is in his hand

The life of the person that murdered his mother in his hand

So he took it and then looked at his

Daddies gun tucked it in his hand said

(I remember the people coming in white people coming into our house

With torches setting the curtains on fire)

I got nowhere to go (I got nowhere to go)

Cuz they kicked in my door (Cuz they kicked in my door)

Then they killed all my folks (Then they killed all my folks)

And they took all my hope (And they took all my hope)

I′m on the train tracks (Train tracks)

I'm on the train tracks (I′m on the train tracks)

I ain't coming round here again (Coming round here again)

Till I get my selfs pay back (Get my selfs pay back)