This is a song about "The outsiders"

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

Endless the days, forever the nights,

They forgot about the fourth coast

Here's the answer and the antidote:

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

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

Took me a while just to write those

The more battles the better the flows

We just want you back at home

As the king upon the throne

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

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

A sight of her face can calm my rage even if the world's weight was hurled/

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

The water from the past is the same water in the present