Artist: Homeboy Sandman Album: First of a Living Breed Song: Illuminati Typed by: artist/label (taken from label website) Every man is not created equal We're all created mad different, some are bad people The bald eagle's mad evil Place you into class C, feed you placebo Chick the cops were caught spooning caught it sooner than the pack Think they're tapping your computer? Your computer is a tap Human traffickers wanna track you, your computer is map Forget whoever fingerprints that got a match, they got a Mac Every app that's on your jack's for getting jacked Every act on every bill and every law and every bill and every act Is game that's run so they could run up where you at They got padding down down pat, I gotta give 'em that Now it's money that I never had, I'm supposed to give it back They keep statistics on the gifted, young, and black They put out statistics, people read 'em, act like they be given fact Think they been given lean when they been given fat Chemtrails, the MO arrest, then raise the rent in jails GMO, the monkey wrench in your entrails All you see is shop and save sales Where's the dough you spent to try and save whales? Well That was took and added to the moneys from the breast cancer walk Who knows what's the answer to what it bought? The grief with which you have been wrought was all for naught It's too high a cost trying to save the orphans, just keep em off the lawn The war on drugs been going on for awful long So folks married to the game instead of dating off and on But there's no poppy fields in Harlem, look around But for some reason all the brown niņos turn to Nino Browns We used to beat on Bush but now he's not around So people have found a different bush to beat around Favorite noise of boys in blue "Kapow" You're bound to catch a round You're almost lucky when they only beat you down Tight girls straighten out their tight curls Everybody wants to be a skinny white girl 'cause all you see is skinny white girls Though black girls are allowed if they're getting loud or if they're getting plowed Keep 'em from being proud, it's easier to keep 'em down Keep 'em drowning in doubt, keep 'em down and out Favor Flavor, chuck the Chuck D You could say that black is ugly long as you say it round about It's not the type of ish with which to clown around Rap to them about capping, pow, instead of cap and gowns Tell 'em that they're bugging out if they don't get around It'll bug em out too much to wrap their head around Release the hounds How? Create an enemy to hate By then it won't be tough By then they'll hate themselves so much they couldn't wait They'll drown in booze that which they couldn't take And debt'll make em slaves And then we cut the pay and lengthen days Provide the drugs to medicate, then cut the Medicaid And institute a military state Provide Israel with military aid just to rub it in they face They'll be afraid because they don't have any faith They'll claim that they believe but that it is not how they behave As money comes to power over power that's divine They will all turn into cowards because they're all afraid to die They'll never form alliance They'll be content to live a lie as long as they're alive The sirs and madams will surmise That it's on us which they rely, they'll never realize That we rely on them Any moment they decide, they could make it end Instead just make some ends 'cause life is hopeless, times are hard And keep 'em focused on religion so they never look for God