Cops give a damn about a negro/pull the trigger kill a nigga, he's a hero

I'm tired of bein' poor and even worse I'm black/My stomach hurts, so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch

Give the crack to the kids who the hell cares/one less hungry mouth on the welfare

I see no changes. Wake up in the morning and I ask myself/'Is life worth living? Should I blast myself?'

'Long as the rope is tied around Mumia's neck, let there be no rich white life we bound to respect, cause and effect, can't ya smell tha smoke in tha breeze, m…

When they ask me, when will the violence cease?/When your troops stop shootin niggaz down in the street

The policeman isn't there to create disorder; the policeman is there to preserve disorder.