[Verse 1]   I don't follow the news   They just add to my blues   Politicians and their big feets   Could never fill my shoes   They don't care, think all well off welfare   It's hell here   Why should I vote like it's ever been fair?   My people in despair, they still balance   We hit hard like still melons   Smile intentions of the founders, and they still countin'   No child left behind, read between the lines   Tryin' to control   Their precious minds   Armies in the school line   Ridicule, for tryin' riddling Junkies   What a powerful country   That keeps, promotin off flunkies   18 years old and your brain is like lunch meat   Programmed to follow these dummies   To the suburbs to the slum streets   Pull us over soon as they see blacks in the front seat   So I'ma run streets, fuck freaks and causing dumb beats   Me and mine is gonna be fine   Fuck standin' at the picket line   I'm tryin' to get these dollar signs   Dodgin' time      [Verse 2]      Yo   Politicians that be gargling that garbage shit   Borgawood anonymous   Officers the opposite   Doctrines for illegal tended documents   Pocketin' the profits of the rockets   While they kick us out the projects, logic   Surprsing' common sense   Risin' occupants   Supply the vitamins   Survivin' and they got you doin' 5 to 10   Just the other day, I was pissin' out some toxins   When the cops rolled by   I gotta take it on the block again   Sendin' letters included   As a child offender for indecent exposure   I should'a looked over my shoulder   My cousin got locked   Pop's lost his job, we evicted   Waitin' on section 8   But the list had been restricted   A Lexus hit and I missed it   I was dealin' with some real shit   My brother joined the service   Not even nervous to get hit   Saying that he's out kid, geek   They got Saddam ousted   I pray because he's bout' it   Now he's tryin'a get up out it      [Verse 3]      They make's us wanna shoot the coppers   Like they makin' rolling robbers   For the pride in which they rob us   Every time that they stop us   He try to give us vouchers   To move us out the hood   But when we try to use 'em   Damn the shit's is no good   I got a letter from my brother   Said the media confuse ya   The Army Navy game   Was slippin' Quarters from Fallujah   No proper armor when they move us   Damn we Trapped, Cursed   Shiites is soon to surround us in Iraq   Kerry lost   Colin Powell doin the town   Ashcroft's assed off   The shit is even getting more foul   Network, of elected delegates   Are all derelicts   Look how shiesty Kerry get   Damn it's all relevant   It's never how they tell it is   So I gotta get my shit straight   And handle my biz   The next time I have to go vote   I might go   Plus I heard there's a lot of jobs   And lot of fine ass hoe's, in Ohio