This is a song about "Orchestrated violence"

Sick of seeing crime and rape and all this bitter ass violence,

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

It's for the high crime rates for all that gang bang violence,

This one's for the lovers

And violence towards others

Violence, crime, famine, lack of structure, poverty,

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

I spit that 1980 pryor, that l.a. '92 violence/

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

My blade hungers for an end to its lonliness of violence

And my condition to start violence

So here i am at the store for some chips

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

There would be no violence, nowhere in anyplace