You Can’t Handle the Truth

It only made me glad, for it never made me sad, when the chickens came home 2 roost, that’s what Malcolm said, I’ve seen Roots, they either want 2 make money off us or they want our Black Nigga asses dead, he got a gun -n- the law on his side, why the f*ck is he scared, he a thug, he a killer, he’s vicious, this the sh*t the government pumps into our societies heads, he got on a gold chain, he got dreads, Al Capone was killing his own kind -n- them Jews, -n- them J. Edgar Hoover boys, before they became Feds, what you sow you reap, they took this land from the Indians -n- they call me a thief, they call me a beast, they kill our Black leaders, then use their names 2 name a damn street, and we keep singing We Shall Overcome, they laughing, 4 they ain’t listening 2 that sh*t, they’ll listen 2 that Tommy gun spitting out that 100 round drum, this is what they understand, for the Federal government owns the whole land, they wrote a Constitution saying I ain’t even considered a damn man, brought -n- stolen from Africa, an African now considered an American, I got my foot cut off in Roots, now before I can show my license -n- registration, the police shoot, so now I’m saying what Malcolm said, it only made me glad, it never made me sad, when the chickens came home 2 roost, f*ck all you lying ass racist mother*ckers, like Jack Nicholson said, you can’t handle the truth!