This is a song about "We hold these truthes to be self evident that all men are created equal"

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

For all that deals,but i got nothing to hold

Aware plus political, 'cause though they claim that every man created equal

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Damn, i'm just waiting for my life to begin

Evident sin that we live within.

It would go against all that created us not to aid

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

I got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains

They make you need to be fake, some men are just snakes,

Seeing all these down town men they be bleeding

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

To make karma come faster than she normally will

When the truth is, i be just tryin’ to make it equal

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

Poor people get twenty years, so much for created equal,