This is a song about "Cry the beloved country"

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Hip-hop is #goin' #south, it's just bringin' the country back,

Country is addicted, to the rubberband with a

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Going all the way to another country... no.. the unknown is right there in

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

Cause even if you get out ill be at the top waiting to make you cry

You were the person i needed that would help me when i'd cry

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

The root of all evil, is sorta like the roots new sequel

The ones you trust to lead your country are lethal people

Demons weeping, as angels cry in the sunlight

Yeah the coach used to say i was awesome, right

And that they love to see us all go to prison or die

I swear the pen right across from hell, i can't cry