Sample -- "Blacks Are Too Fuckin Broke To Be Republicans", Ice Cube



(cut And Scratched By DJ Pam The Funkstress)



Verse One: Boots



In This Land I Can't Stand Or Sit



And Not Get Shit Thrown Up In My Face



A Brotha Never Gets His Props



I'm Doin Bellyflops At The Department Of Waste



And Everyday I Pulls A Front So Nobody Pulls My Card



I Got A Mirror In My Pocket And I Practice Lookin Hard



I'm Lookin Behind Me Beside Me Ahead Of Me



There'll Be No Feet Makin Tracks Here Instead Of Me



But I Can't Disregard Just What The News Says To Me



I'm Twenty-one, So I've Reached My Life Expectancy



At Any Minute I Could Be In Some Shit That Kills My Skinny Ass



From Motherfuckers Doin The Sellout Strut Or Probably Oakland Task



My Relationship With OPD Has Been Like One Big Diss



Long Arm Of The Law, Grips My Dick So Tight It's Hard To Even Piss



So I Forgot Ain't Even Got A Pot To Do It In



Up At The Church They're Tellin Me It's Because I Live In Sin



So I Grin, But Nevertheless My Mind Won't Dwell



I Must Be Trippin Cause I Thought I Was Livin In Hell



Capitalism Is Like A Spider, The Web Is Getting Tighter



I'm Struggling Like A Fighter, Just To Bust Loose



It's Like A Noose Asyphyxiation Sets In



Just When I Think I'm Free It Seems To Me The Spider Steps In



This Web Is Made Of Money Made Of Greed Made Of Me



Of What I Have Become In A Parasite Economy



Verse Two: E Roc



In The Winter There's A Splinter With The Smell Of The Rain



And The Scent Of The Street, But All I Smell Is The Pain



Of A Brotha Who's A Hustler And He's Stuck To The Grind



Of A Sista Who's A Hooker Gotta Sell Her Behind



Desperation Makes Her Brotha Get A Little More Bold



The Circumstance Gets Deeper When It's Damp A