This is a song about "A broken society"

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

All i'm saying is society, pushes you into a pit. stop it.

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

An anglo-saxon with a broken accent

And i'm indecisive when the things are light

Broken promises, a butterfly wounded in flight/

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

So either i'm a sociopath or society just isn't working,

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

Lost arrowheads of a lost society,

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

On society, a travesty that must be eliminated

Be free in society or a prison mate

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

If we ain't right and always at the throats

Now for a story of broken bones