1 2 3 shots buss out at ernie eves who you goin lie to now? do you wanna lie and die lie and die and die and die 1 2 3 shots buss out where lastman sleep who you goin lie to now? do you wanna lie and die lie and die and die and die ~ at war with fantinos gustopo my crew heard i was schemin they said your crazy but good luck tho it's hard to plan for tommorow when torn city keeps bussin out round after rounds of them hollows and the media show that follows blames blacks and asians, just to make it easier to swallow by tv dinner eating caucasians its trying my patience cause they voted in harriss and harriss cut my education so he could build more roads up to green spaces that hes made golf courses that he attends to in his long term vacations never mind his direct police orders to brutalize the rightous who protest before they even start to riot i recognize the first nations blood on they hands but they stand with their registerred guns smilin, eyes sayin try it fuck this government, if their going to weigh the remains of our childrens flesh differently they going flex different abilities to protect us inequally yeah the bags was disturbing.. but i aint heard no sermon when last year ____'s second child was murderred no, he was lost in the storm, he must a deserved it rest in peace dead kings when i heard her on the news saying how she's lost everything what did i hear next a cops mechanic "like he didnt deserve it" you know i tripped when i heard this made me wanna murk this white chauvanistic prejudicing..pig the other white meat not the people, but the ones who cut eye holes out of they sheets their surroundin us tellin us how its the better way the government found a new way to segregate our families building fear against criminals then spreading pipe dreams through the inner city ive learned that your always kept closer by your enemies and i dont take food from strangers.. but i know that they invest in me as if i had some unsworn allegiance as if all white people were my kin, those who eat their foods are obese they cant stand, never mind spark the revolution spark the revolution puritans still preachin the final solution, training me with their powers assumin i wouldnt use it against them tellin me how not only is my intention wrong, but that god will not forgive my sins if i keep testing their systems they'll tell the generations after me that i did what i did cause i began to lose it when i was a kid i was too involved with that rap music and in the back of they throats news anchors goin say madness grew out of black music but even pure roots grow poisinned in unfertil ground so thats why when i spit you hear the pain resound in the background this the soundtrack for us in the back of the bus you can trust im a speak up on the everyday struggle of children who havent even tried to hustled but get torn when the doors closed and they left in the cold 73c bus driver old miser justifying racial slurs under his breath ignored by the people cause they burdenned with too much stress and those who notice, become too greatly vexxed to deal with what they know comes next the bomb explodes and theres no bus left ~ children your blessed express your stress when your vexxed dont be afraid to tell those who look down in jest that they aint better yet