Looks like some sick prankster photoshopped a gun into his hand where the ballot was smh
Something must be done
About vengeance, a badge and a gun
'Cause I'llgrep
the mic,grep
the stage,grep
the system
I was born to rage against 'em
Fist in ya face in the place and I'll drop the style clearly
Know your enemyThe clockers born starin' at an empty plate
Momma's torn hands cover her sunken face
We hungry but them belly full
The structure is set ya neva change it with a ballot pull
Yes, I know my enemies
They're the teachers who taught me to fight me
Compromise
Conformity
Assimilation
Submission
Hypocrisy
Brutality
The elite
All of which are American dreams
All of which are American dreams
All of which are American dreams
All of which are American dreams
All of which are American dreams