the sheep
 

what happened to the gods on earth, ill cats that spit facts on being gods from birth,im missin the malcolm and marvins the al greens and martins,the huey p engrained in me got me gettin no pardons,hood nugs who let drugs be their fatherless hugs,my heart tugs in the direction of all the monitored slums,thats my place ,resident, evil deeds like presidents from future sons of the morning to prior irrelavence,its a shame most cats dont know they own name, not the one we was given during the rascist slave trade

yo cant finish right now ill get back to it gotta go