This is a song about "Equal rights"

Get a whole lot of you-know and she bald like an eagle

Poor people get twenty years, so much for created equal,

So all that other shit you on dead, burial

Adding all this up, its hard to see us as equal

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

You succeeded when dreams and reality are almost equal

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

// fill with evil a million people.his voice: the devil is not equal,

Cause this album pack enough evil

Faggots think that they deserve equal

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

Consolidation of rights leads to fabrication

Suicidal tendencies because he ain't equal

And we no la de de da i don't care for any people