This is a song about "Civil rights in 1960s"

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

Man the difficulty i couldn't be faulty i had to win back my rights/

The mission, fight for my rights like the beastie boys,

I should have been named joyce, so we can rejoice in my choice,

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

Blights beset ya my rights met ya an you misread

Rights, well that aint right, wanna fight

Ugly girls, quiet, pretty girls ride

Killers walk free, countries having civil wars,

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

Remember stand up for ur rights

There is a light that shines

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

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid