Peace. Haha don't make me laugh!
 All I hear is muthafucker's talkin' sucotash
 Livin' large  tellin' me to get out the gang
 I'm a nigga  gotta live by the trigger
 How the fuck do you figure?
 That I can say peace and the gunshots won't cease
 Every cop killin' goes ignored
 They just send another nigga to the morgue
 A point scored  they could give a fuck about us
 They rather catch us with guns and white powder
 If I was old, they'd probably be a friend of me
 Since I'm young, they consider me the enemy
 They kill ten of me to get the job correct
 To serve, protect, and break a niggas neck
 Cuz I'm the one with the trunk of funk
 And 'Fuck tha Police' in the tape deck
 You should listen to me cuz there's more to see
 Call my neighborhood a ghetto cuz it houses minorities
 The other color don't know you can run but not hide
 These are tales from the darkside...

 Verse Two:

 You wanna free Africa, I stare at yuh
 Cuz we ain't got it too good in America
 I can't fuck with them overseas
 My homeboy died over a key of cocaine
 It was plain and simple
 The 9mm went  to the temple
  was the sound I put the bitch down
 And ran to the schoolyard bathroom
 Looked in the trash can yo it had room
 So I ducked my ass in it for a minute
 Covered with sweat I had the layback
 Mad as fuck, thinkin' about the payback
 Tonite the crew gonna have a little fun
 I went home and cocked the barrel of my shotgun
 It's gettin' critical - I start the five point o
 There they go - drive real slow
 I yelled out 'Ice Cube sucka'
 Shot gun hit - and murder mutahfuckers
 I told you last album, when I got a sawed off, bodies are hard off
 Its a shame, that niggas die young
 But to the light side it don't matter none
 It'll be a drive by homicide
 But to me its just another tale from the darkside...


 Verse Three: Chuck D

 Standing in the middle of war
 The middle we flex
 When we die, they won't make check
 Ebony can't see to the darkside
 The term they apply to us is a nigga
 Call it what you want, cuz I'm comin' from the coroner
 Same applies with a PhD
 Who'z black - don't wanna role - sells his soul
 Watch his head go rollin'
 Who the fuck are they foolin'?
 Nobody knows, but I suppose the color of my clothes
 Matches the color of the one on my face as they wonder whats under my waist
 [Standin on the verge] of them gettin' brown
 thats a fact got a fear on their bozack
 Run, run, run, their ass off, they can not hide
 Yet Cube, they can't fuck with the darkside