Album: Apocalypse 91… The Enemy Strikes Black
Land of the free 
But the skin I'm in identifies me 
So the people around me 
										
Energize me 
Callin' all aboard this train ride 
Talkin' 'bout raw hardcore 
Leavin' frauds on the outside 
But the bad thing is anyone can ride the train 
And the reason 
For that is 'cause we look the same 
Lookin' all around at my so called friend 
Light skin to the brown 
The black 
Here we go again 
Homey over there knows Keith an 
But he be thiefin' 
I don't trust him 
Rather bust 'em 
Up out goes his hand and I cough 
He once stole from me 
Yeah I wanna cut it off 
The black thing is a ride I call the nighttrain 
It rides the good and the bad 
We call the monkey trained 
Trained to attack the black it's true 
'Cause some of them look just like you 
Stayin' on the scene 
Sittin' on the train 
See all the faces 
Look about the same 
There go the sellout who's takin' a ride like Cargo 
'Cause he deal 
The keys from Key Largo 
Runnin' Nat narcotic 
By George he got it 
Takin' makin' the G erotic 
And the fiends they scheme 
So he can put 'em down 
But his method is wreck 'em 
Put 'em in tha ground 
Got tha nerve as hell 
To yell brother man 
He ain't black man 
Known to murder his own 
Traitor on the phone 
Ridin' the train 
Self-hater trained 
To sell pain 
The master's toy 
Little boy 
Hard to avoid he look wit' it but he null 'n' void 
'Cause he ridin' the train you think he down for the cause 
'Cause his face looks just like yours 
More of the same insane who sayin' 
Like flowin' like nighttrain 
Runnin' the pain of the black reign 
You look, you laugh 
You doubt and go out 
And I'm gone 
But the bass goes on 
To talk the talk, but walk the walk 
The king of New York 
Crack a lack attack the black 
To crack the back 
Once again I test a friend wit' sincerity 
Or consider him an enemy 
Who am I to tell a lie 
Rather push da bush 
Hope da cracker get crushed 
I'm rollin' wit' rush 
Leader of the bum rush 
Russian I ain't 
Spreadin' like paint 
Lookin' at the put I got 
And its kickin' 
But it ain't chicken 
But it's livin' for a city 
So sick 'n' tired 
Of a scene buckwild, piled in a file 
Senile or chile 
They said it never been no worser 
Than this, I'm on the nighttrain 
They hope ya don't miss it 
Give ya what dey gotta give you just go 
You musn't just put your 
Trust in every brother yo 
Some don't give a damn 
'Cause they the other man 
Worse than a bomb 
Posin' as Uncle Toms 
Disgracin' the race 
Blowin' up 
The whole crew 
Wit' some of them lookin' 
Just like you