This is a song about "The inftifadas"

Still the man with the pan

Fifth wheel on the back just hang

Black fours red drop head doors

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

Hope my city is not too far

Down the street to the car,

Saw the bombs on the news

Zero options to choose

Feel the size of a phyllis hyman note

Here's the answer and the antidote:

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes