Young punk dumb fool white coon nigga

Little big bad ass boy up the river

Hear these lyrics at a fever pitch I deliver

Come mess with me test me I'm a swift hitter



In this land there's a race that time forgot

And for the land in this time the race was shot

Did they die out quickly or slowly rot?



Does it help when you're just a day old

To be surrounded by gold when your souls been sold

Fail to listen to the truth when its been told

You'll be ost in the cold life force losin it's hold



If there's something that we must be made aware of

It's the places that we must take care or

Fail to listen fears of missing out if you don't wanna

share then you'll get no share of



What is the reason for you acting like that

So many ways to get played trying to be where its at

Now if you just wanna be yourself what's who you realy are

It's not that I even care, but you won't have to act, yeah