It seems I spent the '80s in a Haiti state of
 Mind
 Cast me into classes for electro shock
 Straight incarcerated, the curriculum a cell
 Block
 I'm swimming in half thruts and it makes me
 Wanna spit
 Instructor come separate the healthy form tha
 Sick
 Ya weigh me on a scale I'm smellin'
 Burnt skin
 It's dark now in Dachau and I'm screamin' from
 Within
 'Cause I'm cell locked in tha doctrines of tha
 Right
 Enslaved by dogma, ya talk about my birthrights
 Yet at every turn I'm runnin' into
 Hells gates
 So I grip tha connan like fanon an pass tha
 Shells to my classmates
 'Cause tha bosses right ta live is mine ta die
 So I'm goin' out heavy sorta like mount tai
 Wit tha five centuries of penitentiary so let
 Tha guilty hang
 In tha year of tha boomerang
 I got no prosperity but yo I'm a piece of it
 So let tha guilty hang
 In tha year of tha boomerang
 And now it's upon you