Tha sistas are in so check tha front line
Seems I spent the 80's in a Haiti state of mind
Cast me in classes for electro shock
Straight incarcerated, the curriculum a cell block

I'm swimin' in half truths makes me want to spit
Instructor come separate the healthy from tha sick
Ya weigh me on a scale
I'm smellin' burnt skin
It's dark now in Dachau and I'm screaming from within

Cause I'm cell locked in tha doctrines of tha right
Enslaved by dogma,
ya yalk about my birthrights
Yet at every turn I'm running into hell's gates
So I grip the cannon like Fanon an pass tha shells to my classmates

(Aww...power to the people!...)Cause tha bosses right ta live is mine ta die
So I'm goin' out heavy sorta like Mount Tai
Wit tha five centuries of penitenturie
So let the guilty hang..
.In the year of tha boomerang!

I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it
So let the guilty hang
In tha year of the boomerang!

And now it's upon you