This is a song about "Ninja politics"

For all the ninja that done to me

Than the muse of a family

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Slicing up this track like that's shit's sharp as ninja swords,

Straight to my partner room and let him beat it like a keyboard

I slice the track in two, like my words are a ninja sword

But when you need a friend you can depend on me, call

Ghetto politics, get money, spend it on the leathers all,

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

I rap hip hop so what i am to it, is what mitt romney is to politics

Brining my own politics

I can taste the salt from my tears

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Politics is like a game of chess, today's world is the modern slavery

Politics can pay, politics can employ it only here to make poverty glower

I'll be there in an instantwho am i to judge another brother, only on his cover