This is a song about "The village"

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

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

Rub my back, then let me lay

The truth but thats the way

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

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

The bigger the the fun

Mami... she open, she open

These joints here not found at the mall

Where the ball meets the wall

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

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

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

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

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes