Peep the Roots of the Real Gang-Banging
By Miguel Gonzalez

Peep the Roots of the Real Gang-Banging
as a world of Division and Destruction European Feudalism of the Dark ages
when strangers are enemies upon instruction
You live over there and I live over here
so we have to fight when we cross
We ain't never talked, touched, or seen each other
before, but now it's on
You see, some names are red and others blue
so they have to fight
Friends yesterday but foes now and to the end
cuzz my side is right I'm a gunslinger
and this world ain't big enough for the both of us
Glory to the strong and destiny for the weak
there can be only one
Tell the slaves on this plantation
that they're better than the slaves on yours
Our master is the baddest in the land
and we hate him
but hate yours more
Tell the boyz in prizon from all sides
that their other brothers mean war
If they don't listen, you know what to do
rape'em till its tore Young Crips and Bloods
Nortenos and Surenos, poor whites, Asians
and Samoans Family warriors and protectors
of their people, but keep them from knowin
Its been torture finding out this world ain't for us
so ask us a question and we get defensive
Lost in our quest for power
as providers turned parasites on ourselves
internalized oppression
But how do you tell a foolish angel preoccupied
as a demon in the hell of the devils possession
We are so-called Black and Hispanic
but Africa and Native America remember
The English, French, and Spanish raped these
mothers raw, so schools make us forget
forever Racism to let'em feel who owns'em
big white boss and keep'em fighting
Unemployment so daddies can't feel real like men
frustrated with free time
To smoke stacks and stacks of what we got
are the white gods of smack and crack
Enough bigot cops to spit on any fatherly love
daddy coulda had, cuzz now they have to jack
Make mommy fiend so she'll clean the scum
on the streets with a hoe
Paste paradise on channel 3 so she knows
where real white men go
Boot camp with sargeant save and dress
the monkeys for when we need'em
Brand the bars and 50 stars on their backs
so all we have to do is feed'em
Make'em pledge allegiance to the flag everyday
for 12 years, loud and proud
Tell'em how we were escaping religious persecution
from the british crown
The indians were here first and taught us how to live
when we were dying
In the way of our world
nothing but an axe and small pox to get'em frying
Reservations will hide this crime
so free americans don't hear the crying
Summers free, weekends too, slave TV and these
drugs and guns They deserve 10 but give'em one
so after school they gotta run
Cuzz ain't no one home
but the boyz from the block, and you know they
have fun
Tell'em that they're different
and their own kind stick together
And forget how they all sweat
and get wet in the same weather
When they ask for candy give'em cigarettes with an imaginary badge of honor
Watch'em eat it until they die with black cancer
it's just a coffin for some dollars
When they ask for water give'em liqour
and the right to drink it all Why bother
when they die quicker and profits never fall
as they brawl When they ask for love give'em sex
and pretty faces that ain't there
Tell'em aids ain't real when you're the best
and conquest is in the air When they ask for musik
give'em noise the industry claims as game
Everybody likes it cuzz its new but like your life its
been the same When they ask for soul
and culture sell it to'em
what they are is what they buy
And tell'em what to do with them
cuzz your TV, church, and radio never lie
When they ask for happiness give'em the party watch d#@k and p*&y dance and play
With the candy, water, love, and music you gave'em
they'll fuck and fight all night, or die trying
as we laugh and get paid, it's sad
but like we say
We'll be damned if you niggers and Indians
find out the truth and all you other monkeys
and dogs
We raped your mother and your history
hell we raped you, it ain't no mystery
we're the real hogs