This is a song about "An"

Anti-violent i chant my rhymes an

This the land of the white man

Cantaloupe buying, can the pope die an

Fuck it, its hip hop and niggas don't give a damn

Avenue that avenue i'm doing more than just passing through

We don't want an explanation, make an annotation to help you

I'm on my own shit

An insane lunatic

Its an imagination

She all on my skin

I pray the lord my guns to keep

An immortal technique

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

I'll be like an adult fulfilling an addict' s dying need

I write rhymes an you know that i don’t need an excuse,

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news