America's lost somewhere inside of Littleton
Eleven million children are on Ritalin
That's why I don't rhyme for the sake of riddlin'
False media, we don't need it, do we?
Pilgrims slaves Indian Mexican
It looks real fucked up for your next of kin
That's why I don't rhyme for the sake of riddlin'
False media
If I can't work to make it, I'll rob and take it
Either that or me and my children are starving and naked
Rather be a criminal pro
Than to follow the matrix
Hey, it's me.. a monster y'all done created
I've been inaugurated
Keep the bright lights out of our faces
You can't shake it
It ain't no way to swallow the hatred
Aim.. fire... holla 'bout a dollar
Nothin' is sacred
We gon' pimp the shit out of nature
Send our troops to get my paper
Tell 'em stay away from them skyscrapers
Ain't long 'fore you get y'all acres
I'ma show 'em who's the global gangster
Sentence me to four more years, thank ya
I'ma make you feel a little bit safer
Because it ain't over
See that's how we get your fear to control you
But ain't nobody under more control than a soldier
And how could you expect a kid to keep his composure
When all sorts of thoughts fought for exposure again?
America's lost somewhere inside of Littleton
Eleven million children are on Ritalin
That's why I don't rhyme for the sake of riddlin'
False media, we don't need it, do we?
Pilgrims slaves Indian Mexican
It looks real fucked up for your next of kin
That's why I don't rhyme for the sake of riddlin'
False media