This is a song about "Rights"

And if that means that i'm askin for too much

I stand up for my rights and march, oh these people judge,

Our rights are what seem to be irrelevant

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

Shit on anybody with opinions, you dead wrong

Our rights, fight 'em back, the white and black with weapons drawn,

See i can put down the pipe

Rights, well that aint right, wanna fight

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Civil rights are like wolverine's claws, eventually they get retracted

I'm an overachiever, so how about i start a team of leaders

He could regain some of his rights that’s why he went for a lot of fights with teachers

Blights beset ya my rights met ya an you misread

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street