Yo, the devil’s in my pockets and he’s tryin’ to test my patience / I’m not, I’m not religious but I do believe in angels / I conversate with God but I don’t know if he’s listenin’ / I told you mothafucka these are devilish conditions / And I’m tryin’ to be a saint but they see me as a sinner / And I see ‘em all as hypocrites / They’re suicidal, slit their wrists / Fuck ‘em, I don’t give a shit / Kevorkian deliver it/ That’s their word, they said nobody here that’s innocent / But it’s the way they say that they be better than me / But I don’t think so… / And now I’m Mr. Fuckin’ Positive, come on y’all let’s work with it / Call me Mr. Sensitive, I see you all are hurtin’ and uncertain / What you have before is a black rapper / I’m Native American, I’m not a fuckin’ Indian / I represent the mainland, nigga – Turtle Island / It’s a peaceful revolution / Wasi’chu brought a violent way of livin’ / That the Natives here could never even dream of / A land of machines, concrete and steel beams / Yo, I guess it’s cool to kill the fuckin’ planet, know what I mean? / ‘Cuz humans, yo – we wreak some fuckin’ havoc, know what I mean? / It’s corporate pollution and we dump it in a stream / And serve it up and top it off with fuckin’ whipped cream / What? I’m just sayin’ – ya know, through propaganda we can make horrendous shit look sweet / Yo sweet! Top me off with aspartame and cola / High fructose corn syrup, pour another bowl of it / Sodium fluoride, burnin’ in my mind, I think some devil’s tryin’ to poison my water / Yo, list em off, you gotta have priorities / I told you all I do not only represent minorities / I represent “Flip the middle bird to all authorities” / Fuck the police son! I’m peaceful, nigga, go with me / I try to keep it positive, ask them niggas knowin’ me / And they’ll tell you that I’m black and I’m angry and my poetry / Is really the only fuckin’ thing that’s keepin’ me nonviolent / Bablow! That should keep that mothafucka silent / And look it now, you cannot even speak with all the fishes / A drown’ded mothafucka who ain’t got him no more wishes / And I’m vicious, but only with my enemies – I swear to God / Or check me on my good days or ask another friend of mine / Yo, I’m runnin’ out of close peeps, only trustin’ family / Psychological warfare fuckin’ with my sanity / The government’s the enemy, and now they’re comin’ after me / With COINTELPRO, I think I’ll put my faith in anarchy / “Uh, what the fuck you for, chaos?” / Yo, I’m organizing handling the disorganization of the devil’s nation / You could call it Satan, you could call it evil / But they’re really just some people on that power trip / I load a clip then I let one slip / I think that Bradley knows exactly what I’m sayin’ – It’s Sublime / I’m sick of stingy mothafuckas wastin’ all my time / Rastaman, ya ganja helped to really ease my mind / Squeegee up your third eye, you people fuckin’ blind? / Blind, blinded by the light / People scared to fight / Runnin’ for their lives / Yo, that’s why some niggas pack guns / Pack guns, pack weapons for protection on the real / That’s the deal – I’m paranoid of racist mothafuckas trained to kill / I’m lovin’ but I ain’t no fuckin’ bitch, nigga chill / Or I will exercise my right / My right to life / Everything’s gon’ be alright / Yo, and not that fake optimistic shit / Yo, I’m talkin’ about some peace in this world with my lessons / I’m prayin’ to creation but pack Smith & Wessons / If I ever learned a damn thing livin’ on this planet / Rich seein’ poor folk rise – yo they can’t stand it / TRUTH