This is a song about "Against racism"

But theres a difference between raps and racism

Please lord forgive me for my sins, cause here i come

Now i'm not asking for there to be no racism

But it was africa the continent we all came from

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

This racism shit makes me want to slit my wrists

Too many years of racism allow me with greater wisdom,

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from

Maybe later on i'll give you a phone call

Throw two hunid against the wall,

Racism stands tall with his smoking gun, a child's life stolen

Move on, a war going on outside no one is safe from

Baby, let me give you a call

When my backs against the wall