400 score 400 more aint a damn thing changed

no shackles, no chains but yet we still slaves

aint shyt made in the shade, innocent blood paves tha graves

callousis on my hands paid 4 by minimum wage

thats y allot of brothers r slain or trapped in a cage

all i see is puccy's as politicians i thought this was tha land of tha brave

land of tha free, but all i see is tha police bussin heads that look like me

election time come around you my best friend till tha end

election day come you send my as to the pen

right wing, democratic, and republican

all the same y'all muthafucka just looking 4 a win

but let me get on tha bandwagon everything i speak upon would be blowing in tha wind

elected president at 9'oclock assasinated at 10

i mean shyt gotta change, just like gas need to be lower

i guess african american and niggas iz in tha eye of tha beholder

govment sum bullys, they gotta big chip on thier shoulder