Nine millimeter kickin' thinking about what tha streets do to me/Cause they never talk peace in tha black community

Even a smooth criminal one day must get caught/Shot up or shot down with tha bullet that he bought

All we know is violence, do tha job in silence/Walk tha city streets like a rat pack of tyrants

You know they got me trapped in this prison of seclusion/Happiness, living on tha streets is a delusion

'Today we stand on the threshold of violence, disunity and hatred and ongoing for peace, non violence, unity and love. Alas! How I long to behold my Ratu Sukun…

Victims of the violence are black and white, rich and poor, young and old, famous and unknown. They are most important of all, human beings whom other human be…

I come bearing an olive branch in one hand, and the freedom fighter's gun in the other. Do not let the olive branch fall from my hand.