This is a song about "Kids having no rights"

Remember to fight for your rights, no backing down

I done seen a nigga drop find god and skip town

Why are the little kids having little kids

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

No having deals, you're broke as fuck, no stroke of luck staying true,

And you faker than willy wonkareal shit, i told you

But black kids come home to no father,

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

No whats real is having people talking through lies and deceit

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

Consolidation of rights leads to fabrication

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

Droppin jackets on the stripper and every single is fifty

Of compassion and on all the rights been wronged no respect or humility

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

No body knows about your life 'n you and kids don't know about the fight in you,