This is a song about "Canadian charter of rights and freedoms"

My eyes chinese, got me looking at rights through a slit

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

I stand up for my rights and march, oh these people judge,

And if that means that i'm askin for too much

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines

My head has died requestin' light feelin' like i'm dead to rights

Our rights, fight 'em back, the white and black with weapons drawn,

Yesterday i saw a b-girl crying; i walked up and asked what's wrong

City on my hat, so fly they need a charter

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

Civil rights are like wolverine's claws, eventually they get retracted