This is a song about "The colonist"

As much as i wanna leave

Thinkin of the the dreams

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Did the best i could, raised in insanity

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

But it's still cool just to dream man because

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

I'm why baby mommas leave

As the tao converted the thief

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between