To tha young R to tha E tha B to tha E tha L
  Never give up just live up
  Fed upon America
  We be spittin' it up
  Rippin' it up
  For an even amount in each cup
  To my brothers burning bare feet on black top
  Whose curled 'neath tha shadows
  From tha gaze of tha cops
  Whose huntin' for 9 to 5's through factory locks
  Is now hunted on this modern day auction block
    Flexin' and mashin'
  With complex text
  Fast and in a fashion
  That snap back necks
  Quicker than a fed cash tha company checks
  Come with tha fire only Marley could catch
  This be tha flame in tha cellar beware
  Nameless cold millions gaspin' for air
  Those naked and wageless
  Now scream within cages
  They make you pull your shit
  Just to get your share
    With this mic device
  I spit nonfiction
  Who got tha power
  This be my question
  Tha mass of tha few
  In this torn nation?
  Tha priest tha book or tha congregation?
  Tha politricks who rob and hold down your zone?
  Or those who give tha thieves tha key to their homes?
  Tha pig who's free to murder one
  Shucklak
  Or survivors who make a move and murder one back?