This is a song about "Streets politics"

Malcolm x, by any means

Played our beats on the streets

No time to plot retreats

You're walking these streets,

Get blown like lawn leaves

Cops won't look in the streets,

I glanced seeing some haters in the streets

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

Streets became home to me/ like a mother to be/ the streets

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

Out of the womb we're born free but enslaved into chains and used like puppets

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams

You can't leave the ghetto streets

How do you feel about politics both great candidates it must be hard to pick,

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick