This is a song about "Voting rights act of 1965"

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

High on brownies, fly on frownies, die froma suicidal act of spiritual kindness.

Look this whole time, we was comin from separate towns to hold down

I'm leaving in an act of a clown making everybody lough in the town,

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

The act thrills all of my senses

Imma have you on lockdown fuck your civil rights

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

Consolidation of rights leads to fabrication

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Without a single beat

Indubitably i'm too street

He could regain some of his rights that’s why he went for a lot of fights with teachers

I'm an overachiever, so how about i start a team of leaders