Some say my life is like a broken clock

right twice a day while the rest of us rock

while others try and wonder what got me to stop

jamming for real to the beats of hip-hop

while suckers get killed by the forces law cops

hustling with the letter and enforcement judges knock

’cause most of this business ain’t justice but talk

else why they charging vagrants and the homeless while they walk?

…so they’ll never buy a house, and never fight the hawks

selling drugs and glocks, but the money goes to cops

I guess my topic drifted to that stuff they keep on lock

the stuff most never notice so their lives can stay tip top

but I broke the war machine so I hear the true tick tocks

I’ll stuff them in the mouth like I’ve got a gross old sock

and all that run against me and the ones who dare to mock

we’re made to love so change and we’ll build a better block

otherwise let hate like a bullet run our clocks:

if you dare to disobey hear its trigger make you not

disintergrate to nothing; it’s what your will has wrought